"I'm going….out. You two are your own." Stanford and Stanley looked at each other eagerly. "Do not open the door for anyone, stay inside, and don't let anyone in."
Stanford looked at his twin with huge eyes full of excitement. Stanley looked back at his brother with adventurous eyes. Their father left, locking the door behind him.
"You wanna go figure out what that noise in the attic is?" Ford said eagerly.
"Noooowwwww? Why can't we do something...else? We have the whole house to ourselves, Ford! We can do anything!"
"Well, yeah. But we can explore the whole house without Dad getting mad!"
Stanley looked at his brother with his signature puppy dog eyes. Stanford couldn't resist.
"Fiiiiiiine! We'll do whatever you want, and then we'll figure out why the infamous noise in the attic is?
"Yeah. Let's do that."
The two twins practically flew up to their room. Stanford took the pencil out from behind his ear, grabbed a piece of paper, and started sketching the house.
"So we're here," He said, putting a star in the box for their room. "Now where do we want to go first?"
"The upstairs closet!" Stanley said excitedly.
After the two investigated the closet, they worked their way around the house, finally stopping at their father's room.
"Lee, we shouldn't go in there." Ford said, tugging at his brother's shirt sleeve.
"Why not? Dad's not home."
"I know, but we just shouldn't, Lee."
"You're no fun. Keep watch!" Stanley said, ducking into their father's room.
Almost as soon as he walked in, he left, breathing heavily.
"Never. Go. In. There." Stanley said, clutching his brother's shoulders. Stanford stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he'd seen in that room.
"Now we'll get to find out what that noise is! Wait, Lee, are you okay?" Ford asked, feeling worried about his brother.
"I'm fine. I just need something to take my mind off of that."
The two walked over to their room to try to figure out what was going on in the attic. Stanley thought it was some sort of animal, while Stanford thought it was something else.
"What if i-it's a ghost? O-or a vampire bat? Or a mummy?"
"Ford, It's probably just a possum or raccoon."
"But what if it isn't?" Ford whispered, leaning in close.
The two headed up to the attic, flashlights in 's beam of light shook as they walked into the depths of their dark attic. Stanley followed behind, hoping that whatever was up here wasn't dangerous. The two heard a noise, which made them jump. Stanford pointed his flashlight toward the noise, and revealed a squirrel hiding in a pile of empty boxes.
Stanford gave a small sigh of relief as he motioned for Stanley to help him herd the lost squirrel out of the attic. Once the squirrel was out, they had to get a possum out of the attic, too. When they got all of the animals out of their attic, they closed the window the animals had been entering.
They hurried back down the stairs just in time for the return of their father.
"Did you two follow my rules?"
"Yes sir." They said in unison.
"Good. Now go up to bed."
The twins headed up to bed, finally able to sleep easy knowing there was nothing in the attic.
The End