Bella.
"Where do you want me to put this?" I asked, carrying a box I found in the closet, while cleaning the hallway. My mom must have put away something she didn't think we needed any more at some point. And just put it in the box but never got to do anything about it. Hence, it was hidden on a shelf in the closet.
"Lets see." She opened the lid and studied its contents before replying to me.
"You can put it in the attic, dear."
"Oh. OK." I hastily answered and looked up the stairs, taking me to the attic hatch in the ceiling on the second floor. I hated the attic, it was dark, creepy and cold. I had always been afraid of the attic, bringing me nightmares every thunderous night growing up. Making sounds like there was someone hiding up there. I slowly opened the hatch, making the lat
