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Nai-post Miyerkules, Mayo 22, 2024

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The Shadow in the Attic

On a rainy autumn evening, Sarah moved into her new home, an old Victorian house nestled on the edge of a small town. The house had been vacant for years, and its eerie presence had given rise to numerous local legends. But Sarah, an avid historian, was drawn to its mystery and charm.As she unpacked her belongings, she found a key marked "Attic" hidden in an old drawer. Curious, she decided to explore. She ascended the narrow, creaky stairs leading to the attic, her flashlight casting long shadows on the walls. The attic door groaned as she pushed it open, revealing a room filled with dust-covered furniture and cobwebs.In the far corner, she noticed an old trunk. Sarah felt a chill as she approached it, but her curiosity pushed her forward. She opened the trunk and discovered a collection of faded photographs and letters, all belonging to the house’s previous owner, a reclusive man named Thomas. Among the items, she found a diary.That night, as the rain pounded against the windows, Sarah began reading the diary. It told the story of Thomas, who had become obsessed with contacting his deceased wife. His entries grew increasingly frantic, describing strange occurrences in the house and a presence that seemed to watch him from the attic.One entry, dated October 31st, stood out: "The shadow... it grows stronger. I fear what lies in the attic, what I have unleashed."Suddenly, Sarah heard a noise coming from above. It sounded like footsteps. She tried to ignore it, but the sound persisted, growing louder and more insistent. Gathering her courage, she grabbed her flashlight and headed back to the attic.As she entered the attic, the air felt thick and oppressive. The flashlight flickered, casting fleeting glimpses of movement in the shadows. Sarah's heart raced as she scanned the room, and then she saw it—a dark figure standing in the corner, its eyes glowing faintly.The figure moved towards her, its form shifting and undulating as if made of smoke. Sarah backed away, but tripped over a broken chair and fell. The shadow loomed over her, and she felt an icy hand grip her shoulder. A voice, barely a whisper, filled her mind, "You shouldn't have come here."Desperation surged through her. She scrambled to her feet and bolted down the stairs, the shadow following closely. She slammed the attic door shut and locked it with the key. The pounding stopped, and the house fell silent.Breathing heavily, Sarah knew she couldn’t stay. She grabbed her essentials and fled the house, vowing never to return. As she drove away, she glanced back and saw the shadow watching her from the attic window.The house remained empty, its dark secret locked away. Locals still tell tales of the old Victorian house, warning everyone to stay away, especially on rainy autumn nights. And sometimes, if you listen closely, you can still hear the footsteps in the attic and the whispers of the shadow that resides within.