Attic Death

The young girl and her family arrive in their new house, a mansion. The mansion had two stories, a basement, and an attic. “you get the second floor bedroom third on the right” her mother told her, shooing her off. She sighed and went up to her room. It was night, so she just put the bag she carried on the floor and laid out on the bed. Then she heard it, a crying and scratching noise coming from her closet wall. She sat up. ‘no…you are fifteen and too old to believe in ghosts.’ she thought as she went to her closet and opened it and expected to see a squirrel. There was nothing. And there was silence. She closed the door again. ‘okay…that was weird…” she thought and sat back on the bed. No sooner did she that the scratching begin again. She got up and quickly opened the door to her closet, but there was nothing there, and the scratching came from the attic. ‘oh…okay’ she thought and she pulled the handle, for the attic. She pulled, but it was locked. ‘who locks the attic?’ she thought, and pulled out the key ring her mother gave her. She got up and found the lock and opened it. She pulled the door down expecting something to fall on her. But nothing fell. She looked at the door of the attic and gasped. There were bloody scratch marks on the attic door. ‘what the!?’ she climbed up into the attic and nearly screamed. Laying there was a girl whose face was contorted into pain. She was only five. Right above her was written, ~Daddy killed me, he never let me out…the dark scares me…please save me…~ in her own blood. In her hand was a piece of glass. ‘she killed herself…because she was afraid and wanted the pain to end…’ the fifteen year old picked up the body and hugged the poor child.

Suddenly a voice behind her said, “will youuuuu save me?” She jumped. “wh-what?” “will you save me?” the girls ghost asked again. “w-well…I ..I can try…” “hurry…” she said and the fifteen year old ran for it holding the girls body. But she didn’t make it. The attic closed, trapping her in darkness. She took the girl back and put her down. “I …I couldn’t make it…” she said to her. There was no answer. “hello?” no answer. She was alone. “n-no…” she said quietly. She curled up and sat there. ‘someone will come…’ she thought. Then she heard the scraping, then screaming. She curled up and covered her ears. She began to sing. Her mother would know her voice, and come. But no one came. Then she screamed, “MOTHER!!!! MOOOOTHEEEEEER!!!” she screamed beginning to cry. She was fifteen, but she was afraid. “she can’t heeear you…she wont come…” the girl taunted. There was a lot of commotion as she freaked out, then she sat up panting. It was a dream. She sat there trying to relax. Then she heard scratching in her closet. She ran down stairs and grabbed her mother. “Mother I don’t to live here…” There was no response. She turned her mother around. There was a knife in her chest. There was a note. She pulled the note and read it. ~Daddy killed me, he never let me out…the dark scares me…please save me…~ written in blood. She screamed and ran from the house. That young girl was never seen again. And that house was never sold after that. But if it was visited, and someone went to the room on the second floor, third room on the right, you can hear scratching in the closet. If you do…run. Do not read the note…just run, or you will soon disappear where no one can hear you.