The Day I Cleaned My Attic

Pale, green eyes, light auburn hair that shone like a flame under the fluorescent sky of sunset.

Rowan, 'the little red one', as her mother used to say, before she horrifically passed away.

Inheriting her dead mothers house, Rowan embarks upon a journey - ridding it of all her mothers belongs, that is until she came across a journal in the attic. The leather, still pristine in condition, with the slightest bit of dis-settlement where the owner had once held it. Dating over one hundred years, Rowan enquires far too deep into the world of the house, the secrets, the gore, the news articles - it all was encrypted into the book that Rowan had held in her hands. That is until, she reached the end.

The spirit inside the attic, the spirit inside of her.