T E M E R I T Y • Yandere

CH. 4↬The Man Trapped Inside

The squeaking sound in the attic kept me up for the whole night. At times, there would be pounding sounds but its usually a squeak as if the boxes up there were being dragged across the wooden floor.

Finally, I had enough of it. I grabbed my flashlight making sure not to shine it on Sheila's direction and grabbed the door handle and opened the door of our shared bedroom while trying to make a little to no sound and stepped out.

I slowly closed the door back but a strong force caused it to slam closed. The sound echoed throughout the whole dormitory and possibly the whole building as the walls shook.

My breath hitched when I heard Sheila groan and a sound of sheets being moved. "(Y/N), don't slam the damn door." With that, I heard her snore once again.

I sighed in relief and turn the lights on, but made sure to set it on low as to not wake Sheila again. I grabbed the stool and stepped on it before pulling on the rope I tied on the trapdoor.

I cringed when the ladder fell with a loud thud on the floor and climbed on the ladder.

I shined my flashlight when I reached the attic's floor. The box was still there, not even moved by a single inch. I went closer to the box when suddenly the trapdoor slammed shut. My eyes widened and ran to it. Pounding my fist to at least do any damage or open it.

"SHEILA HELP!" I yelled but she didn't hear me.

My breathing was ragged as I searched the attic for anything to use. I found a rusted crowbar and used it on the trapdoor but it wouldn't budge.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" I pounded the crowbar on the surface. Tears were threatening to spill from my eyes but held it back.

The attic was getting colder and colder in every second I spend in this filthy place. My eyes were starting to drop but I caught a glance at the boxes in front of me.

I forgot the reason why stepped inside here.

My legs led me to the boxes. My hands grabbing on the white cloth that covered it and the other holding the feather duster left on top of it.

It turned out they were wooden crates rather than boxes. They all contained old toys that I don't even recognize. The toys looked like they came from the late 1930's.

The old doll's faces scares me. To be honest, I am scared of dolls, especially old styled once. The dolls were wooden and I can faintly tell the fabrics used was clothes were real silk. The hairs were braided yarns.

On another box, there were expensive looking ceramic tea sets. All were categorized by design and colors in a wooden tray. The last box contained nothing but a large comforter that filled the whole box.

I was about to leave the comforter when I saw something sparkling at the side of the crate. It looked like a clear crystal ball.

I picked it up and inspect it. A name was engraved on the clear ball in a small and cursive font : "Simon"

The crystal ball was adorning. I held it in my hands for a couple of minutes when the ball gotten colder.

It was getting to cold that it burns. I ended up dropping in on the ground, shattering it. I gasped and placed a hand on my mouth.

"Shit." Was all I can say. I grabbed the duster and swept the glass together. While doing so, a dark blue smoke was coming out but disappeared in a minute.

I shrugged it off and continued to sweep it in a pile when a hand snaked into my waist.

"Boo bitch." A man said.