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The Poor Woman in the Attic
Rotten House — Chapter 17
Welcome back! In the last chapter, I go back into the spooky attic to find out what happened to my real brother. There’s something up there, and it just said “hey!” to me.
“Hey?” I whispered back.
I couldn’t see anything in the dark, so I crawled completely inside the attic. I knew the voice came from the far wall, where I’d seen movement before, where my real brother had probably been taken. But I had to be brave. I just had to. I leaned closer.
“Are you… boy?” it asked. The voice sounded like a machine, a whispering machine.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Close door,” it whispered. “You safe… here.”
I seriously doubted that. But I knew I wasn’t safe downstairs, either. So I pulled up the collapsible ladder and grabbed the door.
You’re probably screaming at me not to do that, right? I mean, I watch horror movies. I know how frustrating it is when the characters do stupid things before they get murdered by maniacs.
But this was different. I was desperate and probably minutes away from a complete and total breakdown, so I gulped away my fear — some of it anyway — and closed the door.
