*UNDER HEAVY EDITING* A couple of days after my best friend moved into a house she invited me over for a tour. The house was huge and very old, it was built in the early 1800s, and was 3 stories high. When she was showing me her backyard I noticed something, there was a fourth floor, but it was so small you couldn't really notice it. What was up there, and why did her dad not want us to go up there? Was there even a way to get up there? This story is based on a crazy dream that I, the author, had. I hope that you enjoy it. I am constantly editing it at the moment though, trying to fix grammatical errors, add on details, ect. So I hope you enjoy it now and if I do change things I hope you enjoy it then.