• As he approached the attic endearingly he caught a glimpse of what looked like a shadow. As the floorboards creaked and moaned, he tried to approach it.
    "Who are you, and what do you want" He bellowed. Nothing; no answer. He cautiously entered the attic. There it was; the shadow. It wanted him to follow it. It had mysteriously, red-glowing eyes. It MUST have been a demon. The boy tried to deny what he had seen, but he couldn't. The demon was, as shocking as it sounds, his dead sister. The attic is where she met her deathly demise.
    "Remember me? You were here when I died. YOU caused my death."And there was the boy, trying to push the memory of that fatal day out of his head
    "No!!!" He looked down with sorrow and shock, "It couldn't have been me. I found out you were dead the next day." He looked back up at his dead, twenty-two year old sister, with a tear in his eye, "that WASN'T me, you know that, don't you?" There was a silence that felt like a life time, then, as fast as lightning, his sister had vanished. He heard a slam. He was trapped in the attic.