The Attic

Prologue

This is just a small prologue, I'm sorry. The chapters will be longer. Enjoy :) 

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The dreams always begin the same: my mother and I are walking down the road to my grandfather’s house. It’s your typical suburban style home: one floor, two bedrooms, lush lawn and trimmed bushes. On either side are homes built similar or identical in style, something I grew up with, monotony. But, in my dream, the house isn’t just my grandfather’s pedestrian house. Atop the abode, where the roof should be, are two more stories, decorated with a Victorian exterior. The sides are a dark blue or black, I cannot tell because it is dark outside. Stars are sprinkled across the blanket of darkness and the moon is but a speck in the distance. 

Soon, it begins to rain. Lightly at first, so as not to cause such an alarm. Then, the downpour commences. Mother and I exchange a glance before quickening our pace to Grandfather’s house. Lightning strikes. Thunder rumbles the earth. I look up at the house that is now my grandfather’s and spot a lone window at the tippy-top. The attic, a voice whispers in my head. Don’t look, it says again, but too late. A flash of lightning runs across the sky, illuminating it for just a split second. But that second is all I need to see the silhouette of a girl standing in the window….