Beetlejuice Attic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

or anyone, so I walked until I reached the stairs to the fourth floor. As I climbed the stairs I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen me. When I get to the fourth floor it's the same thing. A hallway. Doors with the rooms. The first one was number 36. But at the end of the hallway there was another staircase. A smaller one yes, maybe the one leading to the attic. Or so I think. I walked carefully down the hallway, praying that someone didn't come out of one of these rooms. To my luck no one came out. I climbed the stairs to the attic until I arrived. As I suspected, it was an attic. There were many old, dusty things with cobwebs. There were books, swords, sculptures of wolves. There

the attic is the most painful torture I ever received in my life. I've been there once and I swear to God, it's not a safe place to stay with. "All the pests missed you there, Keatton. Even the snake asked me if he could bite you and I replied no. But now, I changed my mind. He can bite you anytime soon" a devilish grin formed on his face.