Legend Among Us

The Attic

Tommy stepped on the last stair and now standing in front of the carved attic door. It looks aged and a bit too dusty. It almost looks like it had never been touched for several years, judging from the thickness of dust around it and on the sill, even in the doorknob. 

"Holy Lycra!" He exclaimed. 

"When did she last came up here?" He murmured to himself as he reached for the doorknob.

 It was not locked, just abandoned. The knob did not turned at first try. He tried again, this time harder. The knob gave a small creaking sound before it clicked open. Even the door was a bit stuck to the wall. He could guess that this door had not been opened for couple of years from the mark it left on the wall. That brownish water mark told him that it had been dampened by vapor in winter and dried again in the summer several times before he came. He pushed the door harder and with a thud it opened to the dark dusty and stale smelling attic. He broke into a fit of cough as the smoke of dust filled up the room. He regretted not asking Lycra how it would look like up here. He could have been prepared for this. He swiped his hand across his face to get rid of the dusty air and look for a switch. Luckily he found it close to the door. The only light bulb at the center of the ceiling buzzed for few seconds before the yellow light lit. The attic was not that big but it was packed with boxes of old books and some unused furniture. There was a small wooden window on one side of the wall. He made his way to the window hoping to let some air in so he can work on with a little bit of ventilation. Otherwise, he would have to get out of the room once in a while since he know that he would feel suffocated in there. 

"What have you been doing all this time, Lycra?" He complained as he tried to open the window. It did not move. Was it locked? He looks for any kind of lock along the edges of the window but he could not find anything suggestive. He run his finger along the edge to be sure and found a small button on the top corner of the window sill. He pressed on it spontaneously and he thought he heard a whirring sound along the window sill before the wooden window slide upwards. Fresh air gushed in and he could breathe again.

"Okay.... That's too fancy for an attic," he said,  astonished.