A/N: Ah, sorry I didn't update yesterday or the day before!! But I'm still going chapter by chapter and that damn writers block is a pain. Okay, lots of reviewers to thank, so let me do that first!

Christine Marquez, It's been 6 years since anyone's really been in the attic. (Correction: the summery said it's been 8 years, but it's 6. Sorry!) Uhm, short? It was longer than some of my other chapters, and the normal length I usually write. But, sorry if you thought it was short.

Charmedluver, I'm glad you like it! A lot of people agree with me; there's just something about the Avatars I don't trust. So, like the cliffie? Lol.

CuteLittleBritt, Glad you like it! And not rude at all; two other people asked me to read some of their stories. Unfortunately, I've been short on time lately and I've had trouble getting to them. So I will, but I don't know when. I might not get to it until Christmas break!! I'm sorry, but I will get to it, promise!

Littleninja13, Ack! Stupid fanfic didn't send me e-mails with your reviews! I almost didn't get to thank you!! I'm so sorry! I counted how many were in my filing cabinet, then saw how many I had. I was like, "Hm, 12 in my fc and 16 total. Uhm, something's wrong here!" Well, anyway, I'm truly glad you like my story so much so far and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

cant think of one, Gah! As with littleninja13, fanfic didn't send me an e-mail with your review! I don't know what happened!! Glad you like the story though, and hope you continue to enjoy it!

andy20, Glad you like it!

Kay, again, sorry for the delay and I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and please review!

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A crash of thunder; a flash of lightning; a huge gust of wind; darkness.

Piper and Phoebe – who were just about to go their separate ways – stopped dead. The storm had knocked out the power.

Shrieks came from inside Phoebe's room.

"The kids!" Piper cried, running in the direction of Phoebe's room and – SLAM!

"Ooow!" Piper cried. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"Piper?" Phoebe asked, blinking several times.

"I ran into the damn door," Piper grumbled before walking cautiously into Phoebe's room. "It's okay, guys, we're here."

Phoebe made her way to the night table and blindly reached down and opened the drawer, pulling out two flashlights. She clicked both on and handed Piper one.

"I'll go to the basement where the you-know-what is. You stay here and call if you need me," Phoebe said. She glanced at Melinda and smiled comfortingly, then left the room.

Shining the flashlight at the floor, Phoebe made her way back downstairs and to the kitchen. She glanced out the window and saw that outside it was total chaos. Shivering, she walked to the basement door, pulled it open, and went downstairs. In the far corner sat a metal black filing cabinet. Phoebe took a key – hidden behind the filing cabinet – and unlocked the middle drawer. Inside sat a mini vault. She reached in and turned the combination lock left, right, left, and it snapped open. Inside sat the Book of Shadows, looking slightly dusty.

Phoebe sighed and lifted the Book out.

CRASH!

Phoebe gasped and looked towards the stairs. Through the dark, she could just barely make out the kitchen. Then a bright light blinded her. She squinted her eyes.

"Piper? It's that you?" she called, but no one answered. "Piper?"

She placed the Book back in the vault and closed it, then closed and locked the filing cabinet. She turned and headed back towards the steps. The blinding light disappeared and she walked up into the kitchen, looking around.

Frowning, she made her way to the living room and looked around. She saw no evidence that anyone had been in there.

Another blinding light flashed before her eyes. It was coming from the dinning room. She walked towards it but before she reached it, it disappeared.

Shaking her head, Phoebe went back to the living room and started up the steps and-

The pictures on the wall began to shake and rattle. Glasses and pictures on the table in the living room seemed to jump up and down, then fell onto the ground with a shattering crash. The shaking increased and the furniture jumped around. Some chairs, either in the kitchen or in the dining room, fell to the ground.

The stairs shook harder. Phoebe grabbed the railing for support.

Shrieks came from somewhere upstairs, followed by Piper's voice screaming, "Phoebe!"

"Piper!" Phoebe called back. The shaking had hit a maximum and whole cabinets were crashing down. The grandfather clock rattled, shook, jumped, tipped, and crashed. She could hear, from the kitchen, the sound of the plates and cups moving forward, right through the glass cabinets and onto the floor.

More shrieks and screams, and Piper's cry of, "Phoebe!"

Phoebe gripped the banister as tightly as she could and went up the steps one at a time. A hard shake sent her down painfully on her knees, but she pushed herself up and tried to move faster. At the top, she pressed her hand against the wall and walked slowly towards her room.

A boom of thunder outside; the shaking hit a high point and Phoebe tumbled to the ground again. She stayed down this time and crawled to her room. At the door, she stood and gripped the doorframe, peering in.

Piper and the kids were standing in the doorway to Phoebe's closet. Piper was bent double with one arm pushing against the frame so she was bent over the kids.

Phoebe ran over and got in front of the kids, so they were squeezed between her and Piper.

The lamp on Phoebe's desk shook and crashed. What hadn't fallen off her dresser before fell now.

And just as suddenly as it had started, the earthquake stopped.