The Message
I glanced up the cold, dark stairs leading to the attic, trying to make out any distinctive shapes in the dark. Frowning, I looked down at the old piece of paper I held in my hand, puzzled over the cryptic message written on it. The scrawled black words on the worn parchment clearly stood out against the rest of the faded, yellowish surface. "In the attic" it read. Uncertainty struck me in my mind the moment I first read these mysterious words the day before. Attic? What could it mean... Was this message directed at me, trying to tell me perhaps a secret that it felt should be shared? I shrugged off my feelings - and this scrap of mystery - and continued with the day's work around the house. I had found it earlier in the morning yesterday, just after waking up and brushing my teeth as usual. I wearily clambered down the steps to the kitchen and was about to make myself breakfast when my eyes caught the message that lay just below the bottom of the front door. Someone had slipped it in.
Staring blankly at the piece of mystery, I found myself greatly perplexed over it, which I tried to shrug off when I placed it on the kitchen table. Now, as I stood in the attic, I shivered as a seemingly strange gust of wind blew into the dark room. The gloomy setting had also played a part in taking control of my mind, making me more anxious as I suddenly felt my presence in the attic unwelcomed.
What was it that had tried to force me, or rather, my presence out of the area? Was it a strange force that manifested in my surroundings, trying to capture my attention so as to force me to leave? This made me all the more curious as I rested a hand on a wooden commode at the side of the room to maintain my composure. The sudden outbreak of wind had set my mind back for a moment.
"No," I shook my head as I thought to myself with a faint sense of reassurance. The wind was just a sudden, natural occurence, I tried to assure myself. Or maybe I was just getting the chills from revisiting the attic. There was certainly nothing strange that happened.
The piece of parchment that I clutched onto suddenly felt burning hot between my hands, like a piece of iron being heated up in a furnace. Instantly, I gave a yell and tossed it onto the ground, waving my seemingly burnt hand furiously in an effort to cool it down. I suddenly felt frightened again. "What is going on?" a voice in my mind screamed at me as I tried to make sense of all the unearthly happenings. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes laid on the piece of parchment lying on the ground. There were more words scrawled near the bottom of the paper, and I quickly bent down to read them.
I glanced up the cold, dark stairs leading to the attic, trying to make out any distinctive shapes in the dark. Frowning, I looked down at the old piece of paper I held in my hand, puzzled over the cryptic message written on it. The scrawled black words on the worn parchment clearly stood out against the rest of the faded, yellowish surface. "In the attic" it read. Uncertainty struck me in my mind the moment I first read these mysterious words the day before. Attic? What could it mean... Was this message directed at me, trying to tell me perhaps a secret that it felt should be shared? I shrugged off my feelings - and this scrap of mystery - and continued with the day's work around the house. I had found it earlier in the morning yesterday, just after waking up and brushing my teeth as usual. I wearily clambered down the steps to the kitchen and was about to make myself breakfast when my eyes caught the message that lay just below the bottom of the front door. Someone had slipped it in.
Staring blankly at the piece of mystery, I found myself greatly perplexed over it, which I tried to shrug off when I placed it on the kitchen table. Now, as I stood in the attic, I shivered as a seemingly strange gust of wind blew into the dark room. The gloomy setting had also played a part in taking control of my mind, making me more anxious as I suddenly felt my presence in the attic unwelcomed.
What was it that had tried to force me, or rather, my presence out of the area? Was it a strange force that manifested in my surroundings, trying to capture my attention so as to force me to leave? This made me all the more curious as I rested a hand on a wooden commode at the side of the room to maintain my composure. The sudden outbreak of wind had set my mind back for a moment.
"No," I shook my head as I thought to myself with a faint sense of reassurance. The wind was just a sudden, natural occurence, I tried to assure myself. Or maybe I was just getting the chills from revisiting the attic. There was certainly nothing strange that happened.
The piece of parchment that I clutched onto suddenly felt burning hot between my hands, like a piece of iron being heated up in a furnace. Instantly, I gave a yell and tossed it onto the ground, waving my seemingly burnt hand furiously in an effort to cool it down. I suddenly felt frightened again. "What is going on?" a voice in my mind screamed at me as I tried to make sense of all the unearthly happenings. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes laid on the piece of parchment lying on the ground. There were more words scrawled near the bottom of the paper, and I quickly bent down to read them.
