The attic

Elliott wondered around the attic. ‘I hope the goast storys aren’t real,‘she  mused. The voice inside her head told her to turn back but cureocity got the best of her and Elliott pushed it aside.CREEK.She whipped around and POOF the thick layer of dust that coated the floor flew in the air threatening to make her sneeze as a dark flash swished across the attic. “Who’s there?,”as soon as she asked this the figure paused …

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