What's in the Attic?

January 13th, 1991
9:30PM
God my nerves are a mess. I wouldn't write any of this down, but I feel it could be interesting to look back on in the future. You know, to see how I handled living on my own. Maybe read it and let out a good laugh. This is the first ever time that I am living completely on my own. No parents or siblings in surrounding rooms. No faint music from my sister's radio. No mumbling from my parent's room. It was utterly silent. I'm not used to the quiet, I don't think I even like the quiet. Anyway, I bought a house a couple days ago and got all of my stuff moved in yesterday. Tonight is my very first night alone. I've been slumped on my bed for about an hour now contemplating if I wanted to turn on a video or turn on my radio. I mean, maybe the small hint of noise could help me sleep a little bit, maybe it could calm me down into believing I'm home and I won't have to overthink the tiny creaks that occasionally come from outside my door.
With enough time of not being able to get myself to make a decision, I finally coaxed up the strength to stand from my bed and click my radio, I shuffled through the stations until I landed on an empty one. Nothing but static which could substitute for white noise. Exactly what I needed.

10:12PM
I hardly slept an hour. I tossed and turned and fluffed my pillow, nothing sufficed. Considering how much I was focused on not being able to sleep, I hadn't noticed that my radio had shut off. I'm not even entirely sure when it turned off, but it was off. After a while I did notice it though.
I'm not one for being afraid of being alone, honestly I enjoyed being on my own without the presence of another. The only thing that ate at me was the silence, the constant silence. I could practically hear it, a consistent staticky sound kind of like the noise from an air vent, which I didn't have. I tiredly pulled my body from my covers and made my way over to my dresser where my radio was sat.. It was still on? That little bit of new information stunned me for a moment. How was it still on but no noise was coming from it? I pondered for a moment and then just attempted to shuffle through the stations.. They were all silent. There weren't any people talking, no music, not even the static of an empty station. What is going on? I wouldn't have been confused about this but it's never happened before, my radio has always worked perfectly fine up until now and most stations were live 24 hours. I don't know, there's no need to get nervous about it, electronics malfunction all the time. Pushing all of that aside I stumbled back over to my bed and plopped down, I felt myself sink into the mattress and I kind of just laid there and started to stare at the ceiling. I wasn't even tired anymore.

12:00AM
I'm not dead yet, all I did was lay on my bed and stare at my ceiling so I didn't feel the need to document that. After taking a little over an hour to stare into space, I finally came up with a plan. Why not just go make some food and I just won't sleep tonight. It's normal to not be able to get rest on the first night of a new place. I twisted my body and dropped my feet onto the cold wood on the floor– I need carpeting– I hoist myself up and wobble over to my door. Once I placed my hand onto the knob a shock of cold jumped up my body from the cold metal, I turned it and swung my door open. An empty, dark hallway stood in front of me and I almost didn't want to walk out but I did anyway. While I moved down the hall, the string from my attic door popped me in the forehead. I guess I wasn't paying attention that well, that's fine, it didn't hurt. Since on the topic, I completely forgot I even had an attic. In my parent's house we didn't have an attic, we had a basement though.
Skipping some time because I really didn't feel like writing down everything I did in the kitchen, I made some food and walked back to my room. I made ramen and out of my surprise, I burnt myself.. Three times. It's whatever, first night jitters is all. I actually lied, it wasn't 'whatever'.. I had one bite of the ramen, then tripped over my shoe and spilled it everywhere. It splattered all over my floor and even soaked one of my shirts that was beside my bed. Bad luck, huh? Future me is definitely reading this back and cackling.
12:45AM
Moving on from the mishaps of before, I have a new issue to deal with. I think there might be a leak in my attic, I keep hearing tiny taps from above me. What else will I have to handle tonight, I'm just curious, will my walls crumble or my bed break?
As I helplessly lie awake in my bed, I decide to go back to glaring at my popcorn ceiling, after a while it even seemed to begin to move. Within a good couple of minutes, the tapping turned into creaking. It almost gave off the same sound as when a rocking chair is being used on an old wood flooring, which is weird considering I have nothing in my attic besides a couple of flattened cardboard boxes. I didn't let it unsettle me though because this entire night I've heard creaking from outside my bedroom door and on top of that, the house is old. Old houses creak a lot. I'm just gonna ignore it for now.
1:05AM
I can't ignore it anymore. It just continues to go back and forth between loud and quiet. The creaking is soft and tolerable one second and then the next second it's sharp enough to slice right through me with one swing. I can't ignore it, I have to go up there and find out what the fuck is causing it.
With a tiny bit of shakiness in my body, I stand myself up and go over to my door. Once again, I swing it up yet now I glare at the swaying string that opens my attic door. I have to find out what's making that noise, whether it's just the house being ancient or if I have a visitor, I don't give a shit. I just can't stand hearing it any longer. I drag myself over to the thin rope and grab at it, with a small tug the curled up ladder to my attic comes crashing down, knocking me dead on the head. Bye consciousness.
1:27AM
I'm alive again, I am going to have one helluva headache and I'm not ready for it. I rub my head gently and then finally decide to stand up and look up at the extended wooden ladder in front of me. For a moment my mind blanked and I almost forgot what I was doing, but luckily it came back to me after a bit. Time to find out what the hell is causing that creaking. Although what is a little bit weird is, I don't hear the creaking. It's almost as if I got myself knocked out and now it's just gone. Either way, I was still curious about what was making it before so I shakily lifted myself up back onto my feet and put a hand on the ladder. If this ladder breaks and I fall, I'm moving out. Without much of a thought or hesitation, I climb up the ladder and peek up into the attic. Nothing but infinite darkness and a tiny bit of fuzz that cushioned the ceiling. I need a flashlight.
I got a flashlight. It's not necessary for me to explain myself getting a flashlight so I won't explain it. Moving on, I got back onto the ladder and went back to peeking into my attic, this time I shined my flashlight and gently swung it around as I looked. There was nothing. Yes, the boxes that I stashed up here earlier were still there, but that was it. There was no rocking chair, or person. I got that stressed out over a sound that didn't come from anything... Wait.. It didn't come from anything.. How in the hell? I don't even think it fully processed in my head because I proceeded to go higher on the ladder and higher until my feet were placed on the floor of the attic. I didn't feel alone, no matter how empty this attic was, I didn't feel like the only thing in here. Soon, my flashlight started to softly flicker like the batteries were running low, frankly they probably were.
Within seconds my flashlight shuts off and I'm left in pitch black with nothing but the tiny light that came from the floor where the opening was, my bedroom light was still on and I had left my door open. It lit up a good half of the hallway. I took a quick breath and turned around to go back down to the main floor, yet it felt like something was stopping me or as if my feet had been super glued to the floor. I couldn't pick them up or bend my knees, I couldn't even move my arms. I felt paralyzed yet still standing and unable to collapse. Something didn't want me to leave and I guess it won't take no for an answer. I eventually feel a bit of pressure get placed on my upper arms by my shoulders, my fear finally sets in and I swallow hard. My eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, I quickly blink and within that moment I hear something scratching against the floor and it slides by feet, a small thump breaks out and I feel my head push down to the ground. There's a second pair of feet behind mine, heavy hiking boots with untied laces. In front of the boot lay something white and circular with some ridges around the side of it. I gently squint my eyes and the object finally processes in my head, it's a skull. It's a human skull, it was completely wiped clean with nothing remaining on it.. It almost looked fake, but something in my gut made it feel like it wasn't fake...

January 20th, 1991
Hello and welcome to daily news, for today we have a bit of an upsetting set of notes. A couple of days ago, presumably the 13th, a 22 year old male was reported missing. His family members went to the police after arriving at his home and not seeing any sign of him. The mother states, "He wouldn't have ran away! He had only just moved there and he was looking forward to moving! It wouldn't make sense for him to run off!" Even with her statement the police still believed it to be a runaway, however that recently changed due to some evidence that sprung up inside of the man's home. While investigating the premises, police ended up making their way to the attic, it was the only area of the home that seemed to be almost untouched besides for the string being removed. Whether it was removed by the man himself or by somebody else is unknown, but what was found inside of the attic when it was finally pride open led the police to believe that this case was not even the slightest bit close to being over. This case still remains open and police are still trying to keep everyone updated. The last update we received was from yesterday when the police found a journal on the ground of the attic with some pages torn out and crumbled beside it. What was in the journal or written on those crumbled pages was never revealed. The only thing we hope for is that we are able to find out what happened to that poor man. I send my prayers to his family and wish only the best will figuring everything out. I will make sure to update you all as we receive updates. Goodbye.