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SOMEONE IN THE ATTIC
Henry woke up at the sound of footsteps right above his room; he could hear someone walking and he thought that he could also hear two people speaking. He was not sure what they were saying, but he was sure that there were two of them speaking while a third was walking or maybe playing, like a child was playing and the parents were having a conversation. He knew that the people talking were not his parents because they were sleeping, and even if they were not sleeping, these people talking were two women and he could hear the third, a child, walking around the attic, because that was what was above his room.
He left his bed and walked to the door, opening the door slowly he looked outside if his parents were around. Seeing that they were not he stepped outside, with his phone in his hand, he was thinking about taking a picture of the ghosts in the attic. He walked very slowly making sure that he made no noise he had even left his slippers in his room. He walked slowly towards the attic’s door, looking at the door of his parents’ room and ready to hide when it opens. He walked down the small corridor and stopped directly under the attic’s door.
He pulled the ladder down with the rope and went up to the attic, very slowly and quietly. He reached the landing of the attic and looked towards the small window on the other side, he froze, just in front of the window of the attic he could see a figure of a child looking outside the window with something in his hands. His phone forgotten in the pocket of his pajamas he walked towards the figure, he was scared but he mustered the courage to walk towards the figure. He was curious and he wanted, the thing standing there, to know that it was his house and he was the only one who could walk around, not someone he did not know. He felt like Columbus, going towards an alien land, knowing how dangerous it could be, he felt the cold sweep around the attic, like all of a sudden someone had turned the air condition on and that with full strength, because it was as cold as a snowy night.
He reached near the child, he was about to call and ask him who he was, when he heard two women speaking behind him. He looked behind him and saw two tall figures standing directly on the door of the attic, he was trapped. He looked at them and could not take his eyes away from them, they were taller than any woman or man he had ever seen, their faces were hidden in the darkness but he could see their eyes. Their eyes were alight, they were red and alight, like the eyes of a cat. He could hear them speaking but could not understand what they were saying, it seemed that they were speaking in another language, or maybe Henry was too scared to even understand English. Now he had only one way to leave the attic and that was the window, but the child was standing near the window and he could not think of doing anything else. He could shout and call his parents, but would they believe him, his father had already called him a liar by saying that he had just been foolish and slipped from the ladder. He knew that they wouldn’t, his father would just scold him harder, if he survived. It was also possible, the ghosts would kill him and eat his flesh and by the morning all his parents would find was a skeleton.
He slowly walked towards the window, because he knew shouting would only get him into trouble. The only solution was to walk towards the window very slowly and get out of the attic from the window, then find a way to climb down, which was not so hard. The only problem was that the child was standing right in front of the window and he could not get out of it. He was about to walk right beside the child to get out of the window when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder that stopped him from going forward. He could see the long fingers of the hand and the long nail that he could feel on his skin. He started to shake violently, he was scared to look behind him, he was scared to shout, not because his father would scold him, he did not care about that anymore, he was scared that if he shouted he would get killed.
He was shaking not only because of fear, but also because of the cold he felt. When he felt that hand on him, it felt like somebody had thrown a bucket of ice water on him on a cold snowy night, because the attic was already so cold that it felt like it was snowing. Shaking and scared, he looked behind him, fear surged through him again when he looked at her. She had the worst face possible, and the features of a monster. He looked at her eyes, that were the scariest features of her, he felt naked standing in front of those scary eyes, he felt like he was being scanned even though she was looking directly at his face. This time she did not say anything but wailed, the worst sound he had ever heard, he could feel the hair on his skin stand after hearing that wail, he felt like there was more than one person shouting. Before he could think of anything he blacked out.
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