The Attic

The Attic

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One night a girl named Jessie was staying the night with her grandma. Jessie asked her grandma about her past her grandma said (in a shaky voice)"go get my memory book" and jessie went to the attic to get her memory book and a voice from be hind her said " dont go" jessie said "who's talking to me" the voice said " its me your grandpa" jessie was scared and didn't know what to do. Jessie ran back upstairs abd said "grandma I heard a voice in the attic and it sacred me". Grandma said "what kind of voice jessie?" . Jessie said " I dont know grandma" grandma said "well go up stairs and get some rest we will figure it out in the morning". Chapter 2 (Morning came) (Jesse's phone went off ) Jessie checked her phone it was 3 missed calls from an unknown number she called it back and nobody picked up she got worried. She went to see if her grandma was up and she was in her room asleep. Jessie wasn't going to bother her so jessie went back to bed. Ten minutes later her grandma died.
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