Piper slowly crept and got up the stairs carefully and much easier now, she stared off into the dusty attic which was old and worn out, yet very peaceful and tranquil which made it easy to have. Piper looked around and at the windows which were held tightly shut and the trunk which still lay open. Her breathing increased a bit and her heart raced as she neared the dark looming chest box, the doll had to be put back, that way her pain would no longer have to await her and she'd know that their was no way, she had to know the doll would be safe as is, like how she hoped her life would continue to be. She stared at the box not wanting to put the boll back, put back memories which she kept and held, but had to be put away to set away her pain and know.
She took a step further and again kneeled next to the chest and sighed.
A light rush of air swarmed beside her, she got a slight chill and her arms had tiny goosebumps becoming visible, she stared at the doll and a voice arouse in the midst of the room.
*Hello..witchy one...*it said and cakcled a laugh.She turned to see a large and tall man with teeth unbearable and a scar which fell over the side of his neck, a long scar that seemed to look like a sword cut.She stared silently gripping the doll in her hands tightly. He gave her a smirk with a grin she certaintly didn't like.
*What?? You need a dolly to keep you safe?* He said and laughed once again and loomed over down to her and grabbing the doll and left in a rush of the wind.Piper looked worried, and confused as she slammed the trunk shut making the sound loud enough for Phoebe to hear and jump starled.
Phoebe was so startled by it and still tired that her coffee which she held as she sat at the kitchen table slipped out of her hand and fell to the table spilling all over the morning paper.
She looked up to the cieling and sighed and then began to clean up her mess, picking up the paper in disgust as the coffee dripped from it and stained it.
*Eww* she said makin a face and grabbing hold of the paper by the end and throwing it into the litttle trash that they had and made her way after to the upstairs.
*Piper??* she squietly yelled and and wlaked thru the hall and noticing Piper's room was empty, no sign of her and her door wide open and her bed a mess as well.
*Piper??*she hollered again this time a bit louder , as she found the attic door creaked open a bit and walked up the stairs that made quiet creaks like sound of mice on each step, and the railing so old she could barely hold onto it unless it would fall right off from the hinges. Cobwebs formed onto the corner befor the entrance of the attic door.
*Yuck..* she said to herslelf opening up the attic door without a noise and stepping forth into it, she felt as if she were 5 again, sneaking up on Prue trying to find where she had hid her diary this time, but she wasn't. ooking, she was only looking for Piper this time, and older knowing that something was defiantely wrong.
And not only wrong with just Piper.
She took a step further and again kneeled next to the chest and sighed.
A light rush of air swarmed beside her, she got a slight chill and her arms had tiny goosebumps becoming visible, she stared at the doll and a voice arouse in the midst of the room.
*Hello..witchy one...*it said and cakcled a laugh.She turned to see a large and tall man with teeth unbearable and a scar which fell over the side of his neck, a long scar that seemed to look like a sword cut.She stared silently gripping the doll in her hands tightly. He gave her a smirk with a grin she certaintly didn't like.
*What?? You need a dolly to keep you safe?* He said and laughed once again and loomed over down to her and grabbing the doll and left in a rush of the wind.Piper looked worried, and confused as she slammed the trunk shut making the sound loud enough for Phoebe to hear and jump starled.
Phoebe was so startled by it and still tired that her coffee which she held as she sat at the kitchen table slipped out of her hand and fell to the table spilling all over the morning paper.
She looked up to the cieling and sighed and then began to clean up her mess, picking up the paper in disgust as the coffee dripped from it and stained it.
*Eww* she said makin a face and grabbing hold of the paper by the end and throwing it into the litttle trash that they had and made her way after to the upstairs.
*Piper??* she squietly yelled and and wlaked thru the hall and noticing Piper's room was empty, no sign of her and her door wide open and her bed a mess as well.
*Piper??*she hollered again this time a bit louder , as she found the attic door creaked open a bit and walked up the stairs that made quiet creaks like sound of mice on each step, and the railing so old she could barely hold onto it unless it would fall right off from the hinges. Cobwebs formed onto the corner befor the entrance of the attic door.
*Yuck..* she said to herslelf opening up the attic door without a noise and stepping forth into it, she felt as if she were 5 again, sneaking up on Prue trying to find where she had hid her diary this time, but she wasn't. ooking, she was only looking for Piper this time, and older knowing that something was defiantely wrong.
And not only wrong with just Piper.