It was a cold winter day and I had just gotten home from shoveling snow to earn some extra cash. Opening the front door, I could tell right away I was home alone.

   Upon entering the kitchen, I discovered a note from my mother telling me they had went out to town. That they would be back later. Find by me, I was hungry from working hard all day.

   I made me a sandwich on a plate with chips and headed towards the living room. Setting down into the recliner, I flipped on the TV and dug into my food.

  I was a few bites into my sandwich when i got a feeling of being watched. This is a feeling you shouldn't get when home alone.

  I slowly turn my head left and look at the stairs. There, plain as day, was a young girls face. Pale white and surrounded by long black hair.

  Now I was tired, so it didn't click in what I saw till I turned back to the TV. With a racing heart. I look back over expecting there to be nothing.

  But there was. She looked me in the eyes and we just stared at each other for a few seconds. Those cold blue eyes staring into my soul. Then she lifted her head back up the stairs. Her long black hair vanishing last.

   Before you judge my next move, know this. I'm twelve at the time this happens and scared shitless.

   I jump up out of the recliner and run to the kitchen. Grabbing a steak knife. I make my way to the stairs.

   Had this been a horror flick, this is the part the audience are yelling "DON'T GO UPSTAIRS YOU FOOL." But i do go up. And i find....

   Nothing. Theres nothing there. All three rooms and the bathroom are empty. No sign of this creepy little girl with flowing black hair.

   I tell my parents when they come home and like most parents. They don't believe me. They tell me I imagined it all because i was scared of being home alone.

   I did the smart thing and dropped it. Figuring that maybe, just maybe. I had imagined it all.

   But I hadn't. A few weeks later. My mother went up stairs to put laundry away. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard my little brother talking to someone.

   Figuring it was our cousin from next door. She peeked in to check. My brother was on the floor alone. Playing with his hotwheels.

   The only problem was, some of those cars were moving by themselves. This panicked my mother, who asked my little brother who he was playing with.

   He simply replies, "the little girl from the attic." Pointing to our closet. See, our closet held the stairs that lead up to the attic. In all honestly, I hated my closet. Now I know why.

  We ended up boarding the stairs up. Blocking off the attic. We never saw the girl again. She just vanished. Locked away in an attic.

  We moved shortly afterwards. A few years later, I enlist in the army and move out of my little town. It would take two years for me to come back.

   I actually got the chance to talk to some people who lived there after us. They told me an interesting story.

  They told be about a set of stairs boarded up in one of the bedrooms and how they decided to tear them out to use the attic as a fourth bedroom. My heart nearly stopped.

   They didn't go into much detail. But I could tell that what ever they experienced afterwards still haunts their dreams at night.

   Wasn't but two weeks and they decided to block off the stairs again. But they didn't use boards. Oh no. They hired a professional to come in and cement the stairs. Making sure no one could ever reopen them again.

   I guess there was more to the girl in the attic then even I ever knew. Makes me wonder. Just what happened up there to cause all that. Do I even want to know.

         END.

     This is a true experience I had as a child. Its just one of many I plan on sharing. I still remember her flawless pale skin and those cold blue eyes. But its that long flowing black hair that gets me even to this day.

   Hope you enjoyed this telling of (GIRL IN THE ATTIC) Thanks for reading.


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