Bugs don’t usually creep me out. There’s not a lot of things in this world that genuinely scare me to my core. But that doesn’t mean I enjoy sticking my hand in a bug-infested hole. Furthermore, I wouldn’t be surprised if whatever negative energy resides up here decided to fuck with me and grab my hand. I can admit I’d probably pee a little then. Sighing, I plunge my hand in, snatch the papers and rip my hand out, all in under a second. I almost open my mouth and gloat but decide it’s better not to piss anything off when we’re sharing the same house. I turn, run over to the string, click off the light and dash down the stairs like the girl from The Ring is chasing after me. Slamming the attic door shut, I take in a deep, cleansing breath of air. It’s so much lighter down here. It feels like the entire house collapsed on me, and I just crawled out from beneath it. I smooth out the papers, squinting my eyes to make out the neat scrawl on the first one. I did what I was told to do. Because if I didnt, I know I'd be next. So this is my confession. I helped him cover up her murder. I’m so sorry. My heart quickens as I read the note over and over. Whoever wrote this, they’re speaking of Gigi's murder. They must be. Who helped him cover up the murder? Who is him? Switching to the other note, it takes only a second to realize it’s the page ripped out of her diary. I smile triumphantly, but the smile quickly drops as I read the messy words. I have to be quick, he said he’s on his way and I’m terrified. If I run, he’ll catch me so I’m writing this note down in hopes someone will find it. If something happens to me, John, it wa The note ends there, not even finishing the last word. My mouth drops open in shock as I stare down at it in utter disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me, Gigi! You leave it off there? Thats what you wanted to show me? A note where you’re about to say who it is BUT DON’T?” I finish my rant on a loud shout, stomping my foot and flaring my arms wide. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. Growling dramatically, I stomp my way into the bedroom and slam the door shut.