Up The Stairs || On Hold

Prologue

It's past 12 o' clock. I decide not to go to sleep early because I'm waiting for the Season Finale of my show.

I keep hearing strange noises from the attic, scratching noises. My mother once told me this house was 50 years old, probably even more. All I know right now, is that something must be upstairs or it was just the squirrels all along. Whatever it is, it's getting annoying by every second I hear the eerie sound of it.

The neighborhood I lived in had no younger children that would stay up this late, and even if there were kids, I don't think they would climb up a two-story house at midnight just to see a reaction. The only people around were in their 20's to 30's. People that had a job.

I myself, am 21 and is an illustrator for books. Speaking of which, I hear my bookshelf from my room falling over with a loud *THUMP*. I couldn't mistake the sound. Did somebody break in? No. If somebody broke in, they would've already killed me by now. I was too afraid to go up there on my own anyway so, how should I know? I was home alone after all. I didn't have any help. My friends would already be asleep at this time and if I called them, they would just be upset at me. I hear another loud thump, followed by a crash and a bang. What is going on up there?

I take a deep breath and calm myself down. I close my eyes and turn the volume of the TV louder to keep my mind of the noises. It didn't help. I take another deep breath and sigh to myself. At this point, I would probably go crazy if this keeps up. I get up from the couch and head to the kitchen. Grabbing the sharpest knife and a flashlight from the drawers. I don't have anymore choices.

I need to go up there and find out for myself.