The house creeked back and forth. It sounded like a rocking chair. It went back and forth, back and forth. "Wake up!" Jessica's voice awakened me. "I had the same dream." I said. "Mel the house is burnt to a crisp. Your safe." She said. "No I'm not. I upset them." I said. I didn't say that. I couldn't move. Something took over my body. My chest felt tight. I tried reaching for it. "He—" I tried to talk. I was suffocating. I burnt a house I used to work at. I worked as a maid. But I was never allowed in the attic. One day I heard a baby crying from the attic. I assumed she forgot her baby. I went up the door was locked. And I reached into the plant and pulled out a spoon. I was about to throw it when I noticed marks on it. I put it in the hole. It worked. When I opened it. Torture tools and weapons were everywhere one of my friends that tried to quit was hanging. A baby in the middle was hanging from its feet. I quickly rescued the people that were alive. When I saw Mrs. Rento the women I worked for I quickly got in my car and—. She slammed her breaks. She ran out and kicked me and hit me she dragged me to the room. I hit her down the stairs and took a match. I threw it and ran out of the house. "Meline." Jessica's voice was really quite. I closed my eyes and darkened consumed me.
