Cursed

Fear

Ann' POV

Where did Rita go? Where is she? I asked myself while searching the house for her. I tried to reach her on her cell but in vain. Neither she returned any of my calls nor she replied to my texts. I walked upstairs, a little worried as to where she could be. There was an uneasy disquietness that surrounded me as I looked around. The dusky orange hue of the setting sun enlightened the house through the windows, making the empty house feel a little creepy.

All of a sudden I heard an ominous creak of a floorboard. Firstly I wasn't much sure from where it came but then it occurred again so I followed it when a soft, very faint humming sound gained my attention. It was beautiful yet so plaintive that a melancholy sensation washed over me, and at the same time, it was oddly familiar. I felt like I have heard it before. But where? I asked myself while following the humming tune. It was coming from the attic.

Who is there in the attic? Is it Rita? I asked myself while climbing up the stairs. The attic was quite a big one, although it was in a shabby state yet it could be turned into a room easily, moreover, this house has got wooden stairs too, leading up to the attic. It is just that we haven't been much to the attic. My steps created a creaking sound disturbing the grave silence of the house.

As I reached up to the door of the attic the humming sound became more clear. I gulped down the cavity that has formed in my throat and opened the door revealing a dull empty room. There was nothing much around except the boxes that we have kept when we moved here and a wooden old table along with few broken pieces of furniture. There were dried fallen leaves scattered around the floor especially by the corners, it must be from the backyard tree whose branches hovered over the attic window. The fallen leaves must have entered with the wind through the open window. We definitely need a cleaning here. It has been quite windy lately, but weren't the windows closed already? I asked myself, feeling a little confused as I walked in and closed the attic windows, following the soft humming sound which was still persistent.

The tune was somewhat familiar. But where have I heard it before? I asked myself thinking hard, and who is here? I wondered, as I looked around, the shadowy attic looked menacing, fear crept inside me slowly. Then I recalled, it was the same tune I heard today morning while I was strolling in the backyard.

A shiver ran down my spine upon realization, giving me goosebumps. I looked around but there was no one. Suddenly a door on the right wall caught my eyes. At once I went towards it to open it but it was locked. As I pressed my ear on the door I realized the humming tune was coming from there. But who is there in that room when it is locked from outside? I asked myself, fear of the unknown taking away all my reasonings and courage.