Scary Story - The Village in the Attic
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A new kid came to my class one day. He never talked to anyone, though, so he didn’t really have any friends. He just put his head on his desk and moped all day. After a while, I began to wonder about him and decided to talk to him.
“You always look so sad,” I sat at the desk in front of him. “Is there anything you need to talk about?”
He started shaking a little bit when I startled him out of whatever he had been thinking about, but finally he began talking.
He said that about a month ago, something really bad happened. He was sitting in his room playing video games when he just happened to look up at his ceiling. He noticed that the board covering the entrance to the attic above his room seemed to have been moved. Darkness was all he could see in the gap, but rather than being scared of what moved the board, he wanted to know what it was. He moved his chair right under the entrance and pulled himself up after grabbing a flashlight to bring with him.
When he got upstairs, he was surprised at just how large his attic was. Even with the flashlight, it looked as if the darkness spread on forever. He didn’t see the walls that enclosed the space he was in, and that piqued his sense of adventure. He walked away from the hole that led to his room and began searching for whatever could have moved the board.
After walking for a while, his flashlight died. He looked around him, but he was completely surrounded by the darkness. He got scared and began searching for the way back into his bedroom, but no matter what direction he walked in, he couldn’t find the way out. He had already walked far enough that the light leaking in from his bedroom was completely out of sight.
He was lost and alone in what should have been just a regular attic.
He continued wandering around in search of his bedroom, but because he couldn’t see where he was going, he lost track of where he had come from and didn’t know which direction he was facing.
His fear grew, but he continued walking. He didn’t know how long he had been walking when he finally saw a faint light in the distance. He sped up his pace, sure that it must be the way back home.
As he got closer and closer, though, he came to the realization that whatever was emitting the light was most definitely not his bedroom. When he got close enough to make out what it was, he saw that it was a town. He wasn’t sure how, but an entire town sat in his attic, and it was large enough to be seen from quite a long ways away. Not knowing where else to go, he went into the village in hopes of finding a way to get home.
At this point in the story he took in a shaky breath and let out a sigh before breaking down into tears. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried to comfort him as best I could.
“Hey, hey! It’s okay now,” I patted him on the shoulder. “I know it was scary, but look! You’re back now. You don’t need to cry.”
He slowly looked up at me, tears still running down his face.
“But I still haven’t found out how to escape from the village.”
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