Elizabeth gently opens the ceiling door to enter the attic. The rickety sound of the long-unused hinges sends a shiver up her spine and only antagonizes her jittery nerves. Grateful to have finally pulled the door all the way open, she pulls the ladder down from the attic and places her foot on the first rung. Pausing for a moment, she gathers her strength. "I am strong. I am not afraid." The mantra rings in her ears. Looking upward, she begins to climb.
The first thing she notices is nothing spooky at all, only annoying. Spider webs. Everywhere. As she pulls herself fully onto the attic floor, she wipes away multiple webs from her hair. She takes a moment to gather herself and lets her eyes adjust as much as they can in the dark. This is not an exploratory mission. She is there to seek o
