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The Attic (dramatic sound effect)

Currently 7 in the morning contemplating starting my day or getting sleep. Not relevant just thought I'd share. enjoy this you little weirdo 😎
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(Parker's pov)

I felt kinda bad about dragging Chester with me to check the attic, but if he wanted to take charge on the interviews I wasn't just gonna let him bail when shit gets real. Still, I could feel the nervousness radiating off of him, as I creaked open the door to Nicole and her late husband's room.

In an attempt to comfort him (and so he wouldn't run away) I took his hand in mine, and started forward. His hands were burning in total contrast to my own which always seemed to be ice cold. However that couldn't compete with the scene that lay before us.

The room itself was disgusting. With the greatest concentration of the blacken walls I'd seen throughout the house. Although I'd gotten used to the rotten smell, it seemed magnified in here and stung my eyes. The floor was piled high with trash, and the bed was completely soiled just like the one Chester had described at our last house.

Chester's clammy hand gripped mine tighter, as we walked through the mess to the closet. Black liquid seeped out from under the door, coating the floor. I reached out to for the doorknob, and turned it. Luckily it was unlocked.

It swung open, and at first everything seemed normal. Just a bunch of clothes and hangers, but as we ventured further into the space it became apparent something was off. Scratch marks bigger and deeper than the one in Claire's door were etched into the walls, and ceiling. Upon looking up, I noticed a square hatch in the roof.

           "Bro look!" I said releasing his hand and pointing at the square which also had the dark fluid dripping from it.

           "Oh.." He said halfheartedly.

           "It'll be fine, come on." I promised reaching for the string that hung from the hatch.
          
           Despite Chester's hesitation, I grabbed and pulled the rope revealing a ladder. I immediately mounted it and began to climb, and after a few seconds he followed suit. As I reached the top, my clothes now stained terribly, I scanned the dark room.

          The ceiling was low about 6-7 feet, and the air was was dusty and hot. The floor was completely drenched in the tar-looking substance, and the walls were covered in more scratches. My heartbeat raced, in excitement or worry, I wasn't sure. Probably a little of both. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I screamed whipping around.

         "Chester, what the fuck?!" I yelled half relieved half annoyed.

         "Sorry, but I needed to get your attention." He said rolling his eyes.

          He always does that. I think he thinks I can't see it through his glasses, which I can't really, but his face contorts in a way that makes it so obvious. It was honestly kinda amusing.

         "Why do you need my attention?" I asked folding my arms.

         "I think we should split up." I almost laughed at this.

         Chester? Chester? Who was afraid of his own shadow wanted to split up. This was obviously motivated by something else. He probably wanted to take credit for finding what ever shit was up here. Well whatever I wasn't about to look weak by saying no.

                               "Yeah, ok."

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