I accended into my attic. Rummaging through whatever the previous owners of the house left. Thunder shook the small room. "It's just thunder Karla don't be chicken!" I told myself in confidence. I spotted a small black antique chest. I crawl over to it. I blow the dust build up off. The words MARTHAS THEATER COSTUMES sprawled across the lid. "What a cool find!" I whispered to myself. It's locked. The lock is a number lock. "Great! I need the combination for it" i mutter. I begin to leave the attic when i hear something. Some kind of whisper. 872 the voice said. "Hello? Who's there?" I asked looking around. silence. I tried the combo the voice said. 8-7-2. CLICK. "It worked! Weird." I mumbled. I fumbled through capes, dresses and masks. "Wow look at all these costumes!" I said excitedly. I pulled out a newspaper. "O'way With the Witch" the title reads. Death of Martha Carter was ruled an accident following ladder climb. "Woah someone died that's crazy" i said shoving the newspaper aside. I put on a black cape. Following a black pointy hat. A witches wardrobe! Thunder smacked loudly. Lightning flashed. It got dark. Too dark! Pitch black. A spot light swept over me. "Huh? Where am i?" I wondered aloud. I was in a huge room. No a stage. In front of hundreds of people. "A theater?" I whispered to myself confused. Suddenly a person popped out holding a pitchfork. A man shouting in the audience "BURN THE WITCH!" A vision suddenly popped in my head. I was on top of a ladder swaying back and forth. A man pushed the ladder from under me. I fell. Tumbling down onto my head. A sickening snapping sound echoed through the theater. People crowded around me. "She's dead" one lady announced. The vision disappeared. I was standing in the spotlight again. The man with the pitchfork chased me around the fake house, bushes and huge boulders. A bunch of props for the theater play. Another person came out from the prop house and grabbed me. A lady. She held me tight. "What is this play called?" I whispered in her ear. "O'way With the Witch dear" she replied. "Oh no!" I cried. "Now go up that ladder Martha" she advised me. "I'm not Martha! I am Karla" I said nervously. She pushed me towards the ladder. I looked up. It was tall. It reached the walkway above. I was shaking. I was scared. "This is strange" i muttered. I scratched my brown hair. Or what i thought was my brown hair. I saw my reflection in the house window. My hair was now black. And i looked different. Older. I began climbing the ladder. It was wobbly. The man chased me as i went higher. And higher. Too high. I looked down. My legs and arms shivering. The ladder swayed side to side. I began slipping. "Hold on Karla" i urged myself. To late i slipped! I'm dead i told myself. No wait! A rope! I grabbed the rope. I held on for dear life. I was swinging above stage as the audience oohs and awes. My heart thumped and raced. "Quick get the mattress!" The lady yelled. A person brought out a mattress beneath me. I dropped off the rope. The lady and man with the pitchfork hugged me asking me if i was fine. As the audience clapped and celebrated. "I almost died!" I told myself sobbing. The theater disappeared. I was back in my attic. The chest was gone. The newspaper vanished. "What just happened?" I mumbled. I heard a voice. A ghost appears before me! A lady ghost. With long black hair. "Thank you very much! I been waiting centuries for someone to put that costume on!" The lady announced. "You are Martha?" I asked staring at her ghostly figure floating in front of me. "Yes i am Martha Carter, you saved my life and i got to live because you didn't die! You found a way to break the curse! You didn't fall off the ladder and die as i did. Now i can rest in peace finally, thank you Karla!" Martha the ghost vanished before my eyes with a smile on her face.
