Chapter 14: Horror Stories
I shot out of my room the next morning to the end of the hall. Not giving myself time to think socks + waxed floor = body slamming the wall, but while I was lying there I stared at the ceiling, noticing a small lines forming a square, like a small door should be there or something. A few seconds later I pieced it together, that must be the door to the attic, that's where the ghost went. I smiled and stood up noticing a bit of rope dangling down. I grabbed it and pulled it the whole rope coming down, but the door didn't open. I jumped up and hung on the rope like a monkey on a vine, but my whole 110 pounds couldn't make it open.
"What are you doing?" Lucifer asked, looking up at me from the 1st floor.
"Trying to get into the attic," I said, still hanging there slowly turning.
"Don't try, we've lived her over 100 years and have never been able to get up there," he said, so I dropped down from the rope frowning, but still determined to find out what was up there.
"Oh, who lived here before?" I asked, hoping to maybe ask them, or their grandchildren or something.
"Don't know, the lady we brought it from said they just passed away, but we got it for a steal so we didn't ask many questions," he said a confused, but curious look crossing my face.
"Do you think . . . they may have been, murdered?" I asked my voice seeming slightly dramatic, but seemed almost delighted, which Lucifer must have been able to notice.
"Oh no Yami stop there. Don't go thinking just because Bonita died yesterday, and now the attic door won't happen that their somehow connected. This isn't one of your mystery books or horror movies," Lucifer said, seeming somewhat irritated as he walked outside making me frown, but then again he's seemed to have gotten a little more agitated with Alyx being around. I guess he's right though, my books will never come to life, I thought, heading to the living room.