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The Attic

It was my first day at my new house. I was sitting in the living room with my husband and daughter. She was 3 years old. I stood up and was walking to the kitchen to make dinner. I sat in the kitchen and listened to the sizzling of the bacon sitting on the stove. I stopped cooking instantly. I looked up. The ceiling above me was making a noise. As if a dog or cat was trapped and pawing on the floor. I walked in and David walked out and began cooking dinner for me. I told him I needed to unpack a bit. I walked up the dark oak stairs and listened closely for the sound. I opened the attic door and suddenly the scratching sounded as though it was right next to me. My eyes glanced around the entire room. I saw a small door that cut off part of the attic. I slowly crept nearer and nearer listening to the wood creak beneath my feet. I touched the cold metal doorknob and twisted it slowly. It didn't budge. I walked down stairs and tried to say something, but no words escaped. We were getting ready for bed, when I finally had the courage to say something to him about it.

“There is something we need to talk about.” I said to David, my back turned to him.

“ What, what is it.” He asked almost confused. He touched my shoulder.

“ Today, when I was making dinner, I heard scratching. Upstairs. It scared me and I think we need to talk about our options.” I said. Turning around grasping his arm.

“ Well, did you go look?”, he asked.

“ Yes. The only thing up there is a locked door.” I replied softly.

We went to bed, without speaking another word.

As I heard 3 year old, Jessabelle crying over the baby monitor, I rose and walked to the closed door in the hall. The dark hall made me look behind me, just to check. A reached for her doorknob. As I touched the cold metal and twisted the door, it wouldn't budge. I pounded on the door. Tears began to drip down my face. My back against the door, I slid down to the floor. David jumped up and walked into the hall.

“ What is it now?”, he looked at me dull faced.

“The door, it won't budge.” I said looking up at him in disgust.

He reached over my head and twisted the doorknob. It opened with ease. He walked in and picked up Jesse. Sat on the couch in the living room with her until she had fallen asleep. I don't remember much after that.

David was gone at work and Jessabelle was sleeping. I walked up the dark oak stairs and slipped into the attic opening. I held the house key in my hand. I carried the baby monitor in the other. I set the baby monitor down and grabbed the doorknob. I set the key in place inside the lock. I twisted the key and the door made a popping noise, as if something just fell off. The door creaked and began to open. Inside of the room lay a small child's blanket, a few crayons, a stuffed animal with the eye missing and red stains, everywhere. I stumbled back in fear. On the sides of the wall, were small markings, drawings too. Balloons, dogs, and the sun. The monitor began to fuzz and then,

“ Rock ‘ a ‘ bye Baby, go to sleep….”

Came through. I ran down the stairs, after each step, a tear shed onto the floor. I ran down the dark hall and reached for her doorknob. It was locked. I called the police on my phone which I grabbed from my pocket. They rushed in and opened the door. Her small window was opened, and she was missing. The curtains blowing.

Soon after this abduction, the young 23 year old mother, commit suicide by jumping off the tallest bridge she could find. When the father came to find out everything, he too killed himself. Inside the house. Starved himself for days. Some say, he still haunts the house, looking for his baby girl.

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