Sunday-Joanne Cook-ON HOLD

WLW
(Prologue)
I jumped back in fear, flashing red images were on the screen, paired with distorted screaming. I looked for something to throw; something to stop it. A brick was laying on the ground I picked it up. I threw the brick at the screen, the flashing red images stopped along with the noise. I paused, and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, I sat back down on the floor. I looked at the window, just behind the TV, the sun slowly rose, bringing orange, blue, and yellow into the sky. I slumped onto the couch behind me, sighing for this whole experience was terrifying. But the tapes were still here, I didn't want to destroy them, I didn't want to know what's inside. Just then someone opened the attic door, without me knowing, and they walked over to the table. In the middle of the messy attic with puzzles and clocks. Bang! They put their hands down so aggressively it made a noise. I got up, scared, but then they spoke. "Oh good, you're alright." I stood there confused.