Five down One to go.

It all started on a rainy August 21. My 11th birthday. I was having some friends over, 5 to be exact. Carmella, Jamie, Kaitlin, Claire, Mary and me, Eleanor. We were all outcasts and had become friends. Best friends. The one thing we all had in common? We had all lost someone. Carmella: Dad, Jamie: Big Sister, Kaitlin: Mom, Claire: Older Brother, Mary: Mom, and I had lost both parents. But that wasn't even the worst of it. They had all died on the same night. I was six months old when it happened. Now I live with my grandmother. And that's where we were on this day.

Sorry, i don't believe that I have formally introduced myself yet. My name is Eleanor Quimby, I'm 17 and I have long straight blonde hair, piercing violet eyes, and very pale skin. I'm also quite tall. But now back to the story. We were playing Hide and go Seek. I decided to try something new and despite all of my grandma's precautions I hid in the attic. I always just thought that my grandma had been joking about the stories she told. How there were bad things up there, and how they could hurt me. I mean seriously I was 11 not 5. Haha grandma nice joke, was all I ever thought of them. I wasn't stupid, or at least I didn't think I was. Well that was the day that I was proven wrong.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..." I could hear Carmella belting out the numbers as I scurried up the old, wooden stairs leading to the attic. There were about 15 of them to go and I had about 5 seconds so you can probably understand why I was trying to move quickly. I finally got up the stairs only to realize that I had overlooked one thing. The trap door. At 11 I was still pretty scrawny so a semi-heavy door that I had to lift seemed like an impossible task. "1" I heard Carmella yell from downstairs. And without thinking I pushed open the small door and climbed through it.

'Wow,' I thought to myself, 'this place is amazing.' It was damp and cold but it had something about it that just seemed so... Warm. There was a closet at the other end of the small room and the doorknob was rattling as if someone or something from the inside was trying to get out. Have you ever watch a horror movie and thought, 'Don't open the door, don't open the door!'? Well I wished my grandma had let me watch them now because I was scared and fascinated at the same time. My head told me just to walk away, but it was almost as if there was something inside of me that wanted me to open that door. And as always my curiosity got the best of me. I

slowly approached the door.