Ghostly

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 : what's lies in the attic!

The attic was covered from head to toe with cobwebs and dust . Rachel was beyond sure that their were rats hiding in the corners. It was pitch black . The only light that shined in was from a tiny window at the end of the narrow attic.

"Are you sure you want to search in here !" Cadence asked popping up beside Rachel .

Her heart pounded but answered , "it's the best place to look," Cadence shrugged. Finding a ancient oil lamp that still had enough oil in it , she lite it with a marches she found next to it. The attic came to live as shadow collected into the corners they seem to hide from the light .

"Let's get started!" Rachel said , picking up the first box closest to her . In the first box she photo album the cover read: the Foster Summer 1998. She flipped through the old photos of a family . "How are these people? "

"Oh the foster , they were the second family to leave , the first was the Jefferson who found are bodies, the foster were the last people to live here before the bank took the house ," Cadence said. Rachel place the album down next to her, and ruffled through the box nothing but old newspapers and a bunch of photos.

About ten boxes in Rachel began to lose hope . Half the boxes were of the fosters' and the rest was from the Jeffersons' . Rachel guessed they both were terrified even to leave their belongs in the attic to rot away. Forgotten, unloved, uncared for.

"Hey theirs my doll!" Cadence said . Before Rachel knew it Cadence grooming it nest of wild curls. The doll was made of porcelain, it was dirty and a greenish yellow from the years of snow a rain. The eyes were blue . There were two cracks; one in the corner of its lips, the other on its neck , both look like scars. It was dress in a fancy pink dress with matching shoes . A little bonnet was laying on a wild mane of curls . As Rachel stared at it , it made her feel uneasy . " her name is Annabelle , Adam won her at a fair ," Cadence said listing the doll against the discard boxes .

Rachel and Cadence continued to look through the boxes .

"You should just give up now and left ," Adam said sat on a blank above Rachel. Ignoring Adam she opened a box . In it a photo Album named Adam age 4 - 11 .

"How cute!" Rachel giggled showing Cadence a picture of four year old Adam in the tub with bubbles on his head.

Adam huffed," so what."

She flip through some more pic and found an embarrassing picture of Adam wearing a bright green t shirt with overalls and a old fashion cap on his head. She had to hold her tongue just to make sure she didn't die laughing. "Cute picture," she faced it towards Adam.

"God I hate that outfit, mother of course loved it , " he laughed . " I remember that day, It was my first day of first grade , I was playing kick the can at recess, when George Bullman came up to me and bullied me , get it Bullman was a bully, anyway I tried to run away but me grabbed me by the straps of the overalls and when he refused to let me go I kicked him in the knee, he laughed and punched me in the face with his fat hands," Adam rubbed his eye like he still felt the pain of George's blow.

"What an ass," Rachel said , Cadence eyes grew , "oops sorry , "Rachel covered her mouth looking up at Adam . He smiled

"Do you know what happened to him?" Rachel asked.

"He committed suicided after his wife was shot by robbers ," Adam said nonchalantly .

"Man, doesn't the work just suck sometimes," Rachel said, again cover her mouth and said "oops, sorry Cadence ."

"It sucks all the time, " Adam remarked. His lips fell to a sad frown. His eyes far off across the seas.

"Maybe but maybe not?" Rachel smiled . "Adam do you want to help? Actually I need your help, please?"