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The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. She looked upon the old dust covered chest that lay dormant in her grandfather's attic. Her grandfather was a peculiar man, he would often sneak off to the attic for hours on end.
This is what rose her curiosities as she sat in the vacant attic just staring at the chest. Everything inside her impulsive young mind said to open it, but still fear rose within her as she placed her hand on the lid. She pinched her eyes shut and grit her teeth as she quickly pulled on the lid only to find it locked.
"Hey, what do you think your doing up here?" a stern voice barked from the doorway.
"I'm sorry I was just-" She turned around beginning to nervously explain as her...