The Thing in the Attic (re-upload)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A re-upload of my old story, for some reason it's been deleted.

Submitted: July 10, 2015

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The Thing in the Attic

 

“The important thing is to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.” – Albert Einstein

 

I was around about nine or ten when I went up into the attic. My parents would never let me up there – they said it was where they left all the holiday decorations, but they never gave me an explanation to the constant clanking that went on up there. Every night, after things had quietened down, I would hear these agonising clanking chimes – like someone was banging pots together or something. On some nights, when it was really quiet, I’d hear this sort of mumbling.

The attic was the one place I could never go. When I’d ask my father he’d reply: ‘Curiosity killed the cat, you know.’

To which I’d always reply, ‘But satisfaction brought it back.’

I always wondered what was up there.

So one day – when my father was at work and my mother was messing in the kitchen, I fetched the stepladders from the spare room and made my way up. I only got but a peek before my mother pulled me down and sent me to my room with a stringent smack.

Even to this day – neither my mother, nor my father, ever mentioned the little boy up there. Let alone why he was bound in chains. 


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