Kagome could not see. She knew that there was something in front of her, but her eyes would not see properly in the darkness of the hidden attic. The being in front of her did not move toward her. It stood there in light's abscence, unmoving, oblivious to the fact the she was terrified. The air between them was thick and musty. The walls seemed to be closing in from either side making it harder to keep herself and the creature seperate.

Thoughts raced through Kagome's mind blindly. This house was not her house, something else lived there...someone. She didn't belong here, she didn't have the right. Was she going to die? She did not wish it.

Fortunately she was pulled from her thoughts my a sudden movement in front of her. The creature stepped aside. Raising it's shadowed hand it pointed to the square in the floor where Kagome had entered.

"Leave." It screamed threateningly. "This is my house!"

Without further hesitation Kagome ran to the whole in the floor and practiaclly threw herself into it. Only a second after the ceiling panel was out back into place, and she was once again alone.

She ran. Away from her room, away from the being in the attic. She and her family had to go, had to leave before it was too late to do so. The hallway appeared to stretch endlessly before her terrified eyes. Her mind was playing tricks because of the insanity of the experience.

"Mom!" Kagome screamed as she swung open her mother's bedroom door. Boxes rangeing in size from fairly small to quite large littered the room. A bed rested in the middle of all this with a tired, yet cheerful looking Mrs. Higurashi.

"What is it, honey?"

"Mama, we have to go. There is something in my room. In my closet!"

"Kagome dear, calm down." Her mother soothed. "There is nothing in your room. We're all alone here. It's just us."

Kagome was not so easily reasured. She could not forget the sights she had seen with her own very eyes. After first she had been unsure of herslef, afraid that her vision might be misleading her, but after her encounter in the attic there could be no question.

How was she going to prove to her mother that she was wrong? That they were indeed sharing their house with...something. It seemed so impossible. There was nothing that could be said to convince her mother. If she repeated what she had witness her mother would surely believe that she was crazy. Even worse, she would want to see the new found attic, and Kagome could never allow that. It would definitely prove to her Kagome was right, but might get her killed in the process. She could never let that happen.

"Mama, please, listen to me. Can we please just go somewhere for the night. There are no lights here and it's plain creepy. Maybe I just saw something, but it would be nicer in a hotel than staying here."

Her mother looked at her skeptically. It would seem that the idea was not one she thought pleasurably of.

"Go to sleep Kagome. I'm sure whatever you saw was simply some trick of the night. Now go have a god night's rest. Today has been a tiring day."

It was an unexplained dissmissel that Kagome heard loud and clear. Oh yes, some trick of the ligh, she thought sourly. I didn't know that light could looks like boys and frighten people.

Not knowing exactly what she was going to do next, Kagome made her way to the kitchen. Maybe a cold glass of milk would help sooth or sommersaulting nerves. There was no refrigerater, so, sadly, Kagome had to settle for some bottled water. After she had comsumed as much of the water as her pleasure would allow, she set the bottle on the table and left it as she ventured toward the living room.

As of NOW this story is on Haitas (or however you spell it) until I can regain my literary abilities. The loss of them is due to the fact that I had not the chance to go to the library over the summer so my fantastic vocaculrary skills have been drained from my very straved for information and learning mind. I have been in school now for almost two weeks so I should be fine in a few more or so. However, I cannot say for sure that I will continue this story that I have so recklessly started. For those of you who come upon this new short chapter, please review in the hope that it will not be this story's last. Thank you, Arigato, Gamhamnida!