Chapter 7-Scared
It gives me a sickening feeling to have no way out I thought walking up to the attic, it was time that I went up again. I walked cautiously up the stairwell, self-conciously tugging my nightgown down even though no one was there to see.
I came face to face with the door of the attic, I tried to open it it, it was either jammed or locked, so I kicked it to check, it swung open, only jammed, I straightened up and gasped with horror for lying on the floor were all the things I had left there last time I had come up, but they were destroyed, curly top dolls were lying on the ground caked with something brown and a horrible smell was coming from the chest, mouse holes were abundant around the attic room and a single kitchen knife sat caked with what I was afraid was dried blood, I inched closer and closer to the chest, something told me not to, lock the door and leave, just leave but curiosity was building up, I got to my knees by the chest, the smell was almost unbearable now, and I opened the clasp.
I was too afraid to scream, too afraid to run, too afraid, because there lying in the open trunk was a dead body, Momma's lover "No …" I whispered "No."
A voice from behind me interrupted "yes," I turned and there was my father, I opened my mouth to scream yet nothing came out.
"No use screaming, sweet Charlotte, if you do, you'll be next," I looked about frantically, the knife was clear across the room, I couldn't believe Daddy was doing this.
"No, papa, please …" I croaked, I might be all over in a few seconds.
"Move, sweetheart!"
~~~~~TO BE CONTIUED …. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I AM EVIL FOR TORCHURING YA LIKE THIS HUH?