I squint my eyes, readying myself to see some scary monster hiding in the corner, but nothing is up here. At least, not that I can see. “Why did you lead me up here, Gigi?” I ask aloud, looking around the area and trying to figure out what I could possibly see up here. Of course, I don’t receive an answer. It’s never that simple. My eyes track over every dusty item cluttering the space. I have completely avoided coming up here and even opted out of renovating this space. I don't know what it was, but I felt like if I did, then something evil would be unleashed. I already have enough monsters haunting me. There’s an old, cracked mirror in the corner with a white sheet hanging partially over it. I make sure to avoid looking at it at all costs. I love to be scared, but I still don’t have any desire to see a demon standing behind me in the mirror. Loads of dusty boxes and totes are scattered throughout the area. It’s a fairly big room, so there’s a lot of places to look. Stuffing my phone in my pocket, I take a deep breath, feeling like I just filled my lungs with toxic waste. And then, I head over to one of the boxes and start digging. They’re covered in cobwebs, and I almost consider going down to the bottom floor and finding a pair of gloves. But I don’t want to stop when I’m already committed. I might convince myself not to come back up once I’m no longer sharing space with something malicious. Ignoring the spiders scattering from the boxes, I keep digging. All I find are old clothes, shoes, trinkets, and knick-knacks. Nothing of importance, but maybe a few of these things could be valuable. A loud bang sounds from behind me, and this time I scream loudly. The echo of my scream rings out as I whip around and face whatever made the noise. Nothing’s there but a dangling wooden board, hanging on by a single nail. The entirety of the attic is made up of wooden boards, most of them rotted and chewed up by mice. Where the wooden board once was is a bottomless black hole. “You want me to stick my hand in there, don’t you?” I say dryly, glancing around to see if I spot another hint of Gigi. Still not looking in that fucking mirror, though. Hand over my pounding heart, I carefully walk over to the still swinging wood. Grabbing my phone and turning on the flashlight once more, I shine the light inside the hole. It’s a platform, and deep in the hole looks like two pieces of crinkled paper. I groan aloud. “Fuck, you’ re really going to make me stick my hand in there?”