Novel & Cerita Creepy Attic

Both men had to pause for a second as the smell of sulphur became so strong that breathing was nearly impossible. Teddy was behind them. "Be careful, you won't like what you see up there," he warned in a shaky voice. Neither Chase nor Carl heed his warning. Against the strong acrid stench, they made their way upstairs, bending their heads so that the cramped attic space accommodated their height. They paused at the entrance. The room was black. The single window in the room was boarded up but that wasn't the only thing that gave the room its black color. It was painted black and there was not a single bulb in the room to brighten the space.

A faint creak echoed as a hidden set of stairs descended, and he gestured for me to follow. I hesitated for only a moment, but my curiosity won out, and I climbed after him into the narrow space. The attic was charming, with exposed beams and a dusting of age that gave it an almost magical feel, the kind of place you expect to find in a centuries-old house. But this wasn’t an old-century house. And Kaiser didn’t stop there. Instead, he led me to a window that had a view of the rooftops.

She said, “Where we kept everything important.” Quietly, the two of them made their way up the two flights of stairs. The rusty attic room seemed unused in months, filled with spider webs and thick dust. Emma covered her sensitive nose as she made her way to the edge of the attic side by a ventilator, where she crouched down on the floor. As Jamie watched her, she pulled away the rug covering the floor and managed to open the lid on the floor. “Wow,” He said, “Another hidden passage?”

I’m nervous and thrilled at the same time. We climb the staircase, the walls are so close, I can smell the dust. He pushes open the attic door, with his had still holding mine, I might float. I already am. Low ceiling, slanted walls. Tapestries, thumbtacked whenever. And it’s cold. There’s a soft sound if something jumping down—a big fluffy gray cat. She pads over to lean against my ankle, grey eyes peering up at me in question. Crouching down, I stretch out a hand to let it sniff my fingers, which it does.

It was the perfect place to go and get lost, and not bother anyone. Caitlin hurried out the room and down the hall. She grabbed a flashlight from a drawer and climbed the steep steps to the attic. As she reached the top, she pulled the cord on a single bare bulb, and it lit a portion of the room in stark shadows. She turned on her flashlight and surveyed the dark corners: the attic was absolutely jammed with stuff. They had been living here so many years, and had never bothered to empty it. It was airless and uninsulated, and Caitlin hugged her shoulders in her pajamas, feeling a chill.

Jackson’s sister asks from somewhere behind us as he leads me up the stairs to the attic door. “No, Jackson you can’t—” “Shut up!” He throws me in, and I fall, rolling across the dusty floor. Before I can get up, he slams the door and the lock clicks into place. “Make sure she doesn’t come out. If she starts making too much noise, tie her up and gag her,” Jackson orders to his sister. His words silence me immediately, making me shrink back, curl into a ball, and look around. The attic is filthy and filled with junk and cobwebs. It’s dark, despite the sunlight coming through the window at the other end of the room.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

The silence pressed against me from all sides. My attention shifted toward the ceiling. A small hatch was hidden above the hallway outside the room. The attic. Something inside me immediately wanted to check it. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe paranoia. Maybe desperation. I wasn't even sure anymore. I dragged an old chair beneath the hatch and pushed it open. Dust rained down onto my shoulders. The smell hit me immediately. Old wood. Mold. Forgotten things. I climbed up slowly and pulled myself into the attic. Darkness surrounded me except for a few thin beams of sunlight pushing through cracks in the roof. Boxes were stacked everywhere. Furniture covered with sheets sat abandoned in corners. T

Myra held her hand out to Jess and she hurried over to help her up the stairs. “Doug, if you wouldn’t mind staying down here. I want it to be just us girls upstairs.” Doug hung back at Myra’s request. Myra all but lead herself through the upstairs as if she had been here before. She found her way to Jess’ childhood room that was now filled with everything but a bed. “This room has so much lingering sadness. There is blood in here that has yet to be cleansed. Blood is one of the surest ways that these entities find leverage.” Jess looked at her astonished.

“Just a lot of old memories and people who probably all hate each other now.” I allowed myself a small smirk. “That’s people for you. Especially between families of higher class, although I doubt that Elder Summers has a hateful bone in her body.” Then something else caught my eye. Near the far corner of the attic, there was a small wooden chest. It looked old, older than the house even, and carved with an old family crest. It was covered with a half-eaten tarp. “That looks like something we should search.” I murmured internally. “Maybe that’s just what you’re looking for, something that looks as old as the years she spoke of.” Kai responded.