"I'm not saying I told you so…" Henry smirked.
"You don't have to," Catherine sighed. "I'm sure the attic isn't actually haunted. But there's got to be something up there."
"I didn't see anything."
"Can you check again. I can't sleep wondering what might be up there, and I can't be climbing up that ladder, you know."
Henry rolled his eyes, but climbed up to look into the attic with the small bit of remaining daylight left. Catherine heard a yelp.
"What was that?" she gasped. There was no response. "Henry?"
He climbed down the ladder. "We have a squirrel."