I plopped down on the bed, exhausted from walking around for a few hours. It was so much fun, trick or treating with Catie and some other friends. I started counting candy, when I heard a banging noise coming from upstairs. I hurried up the stairs and looked around. Everything was perfectly normal.
     That's when I thought, oh no. It must be happening! Since it hadn't happened all day, why couldn't it happen at night? I looked at the clock. It read- 11:45. Oh thank goodness! It's almost November 1st. If I make it through 15 more minutes, it won't happen. That's when it came softer, but this time, I heard voices. What the.... why would there be people in our attic?? That's the question of the day. I got a chair from the loft and stood on it. All of the sudden, the metronome on the piano went off. Oh great. I though. Then I smelt smoke. Where was that coming from? I looked over to the box fan in the corner. It was tipped over, and the engine was having problems. I picked it up and turned it off. The metronome turned off all of the sudden too.
     I resumed my climb to the attic. I know it was happening, but it would stop soon. It's almost midnight, after all. I slowly turned the knob. The "door" swung upward. I heard gasps.
     "Who's up there?" I whisper-yelled. I was shaking all over, and slowly put my head up. It was really dusty and dirty. It seemed that it hadn't been used in centuries! Sitting in the corner, almost hidden from sight, was a girl about 10 and an older man. I gasped and looked harder.
     "who, who are you?" I asked.
     "You can see us?" The young girl asked. Hat was a dumb question.
     "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I asked nervously. I was shaking so hard, I felt like the house would collapse from an earthquake. I didn't know what to do. Do I run, do I get them out?
     "Considering we're ghosts, yes," the old man said. Sure enough, I could see right through them. I felt like screaming. I'm sure if I looked in the mirror, my eyes would be as wide as a basketball. I quickly slammed the attic door. Just before I closed it, I could hear the little girl plea for help. I knew better. I spun myself around and my dad was standing there, at the top of the stairs.
     "What were you doing in there, Iris?" Dad asked, suspiciously.
     "Dad, I know this is going to sound crazy but-" I didn't finish my sentence because for some reason, I couldn't. My mouth was closed. I couldn't move at all for that matter. I wanted to scream, but my mouth was closed tight. I decided that whoever was behind this, didn't want me to share what I discovered.
      "But...." dad asked.
      "But I, uh, wanted to see the attic. It's really big?" I said nervously. Dad seemed to believe that because I'm in fact curious. I hoped that was good enough.
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2386 st west, Jacksonville, FL 34589 history is what I typed in on my phone. A page came up and I read it. It said: 'This house, among others, was built by a middle aged man named Gerard Bellfur. He was a famous architect. He and his daughter, Kaitlin, lived in that house for a while. Gerard's wife, Thana, disapproved Of his work because he would always be working, even on holidays.
One day, the house collapsed, killing Gerard and his daughter, Kaitlin. Gerard being 64 and Kaitlin being only 11. Thana was 'devastated' and told them to rebuild the house. We have not heard from Thana again.'
I thought of the old man and young girl in the attic. The girl looked around 10 or 11. The old man, well, I guess looked young enough to be 64. He was very old looking though. I couldn't contain my thoughts. My mind kept wandering to things i hate to think. Like- what if those are the ghosts of Gerard and Kaitlin? What if Thana cursed this house? And a bunch of other what ifs. If I was going to figure this out, I was going to have to speak to the ghosts themselves.