• The steps creaked loudly beneath under her feet as she shifted her weight to grab the key from her pocket. This was it. The moment after a life of growing up on an ordinary farm, in an ordinary town that Janes life was to change. A life where her curiosity caught her every night as she listened to the strange bangs, zips, clangs, footsteps and whispers from above her head in the attic. She had done it. She had found the key under her floor boards in the closet. The key to the attic door that every one, her lonely father, the movers, and herself had tried to open.
    She quietly slid the key into the keyhole and slowly turned the key, jumping when she heard the soft click. It seemed like hours before she found the courage to open the door. . She turned the door knob, and gave the door a slight push and stepped in the dark room. She just stood there waiting for her eyes to adjust. Slowly, she began to see shapes. There was a movement quick and swift to her left, but she was just shocked. Why hadn’t she thought to grab a knife from the kitchen? Why hadn’t it occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, the door wasn’t meant to be opened. A hand closed on her wrist and another clamped tightly over her mouth to muffle her scream.