Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26027963-20150424141433

I paused the TV, listening closely, seeing if I could hear it again. Thump, thump, thump. Sure enough, it wasn't just my mind playing tricks. Thump, thump, thump. It sounded like it was coming from the attic. I haven't been since... let's see... three years ago. When I first moved in.

I ruffled through the cabinet, searching for a flashlight. Finding one, I walked slowly over to the entrance to the attic, which was in the garage. Pausing when I heard the thump, thump, thump.

I grabbed the small rope, pulling down the fold-up ladder. I slowly climbed up, flicking on my flashlight when I reached the crowded space. I turned my flashlight, slowly illuminating parts of the space. I noticed dressers knocked down, and all kinds of thing laying on the carelessly laying on the ground.

I pointed to the right, and it illuminated a small child's face.

"Hello Daddy!"

I don't have any children.

Thanks for reading! Please comment! It would really help.

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