User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-5834525-20151014045919

Mom always said to leave the attic alone and to never try to open it when I was five. I never understood why she was so scared of it when I was a little. But then again I never seemed to hear the things she claimed to have. Some nights it was whispering that told her to do things. Other nights it was stomping on the ground. Last night before I left for my new apartment,her name. And the voice sounded like my Grandmother. She kept telling me that it was begging her to join her. I told her that she was being crazy. And when she begged me to stay..I told her no and left. That was at least three years ago. Since last week,she's been missing. So I've been caring for the place while the police looked for her. When the clock struck six..I began to hear that scratching my Mother described.

Then I heard the loud thumps.

I checked the attic each time but found nothing each time. All there was,was nothing. Just our attic. The emptiest place in the whole house. So I tried to ignore it. But then the whispering began. It told me that I was a rotten daughter for leaving my Mother. How I should feel awful that she was by herself. And it was all my fault that she was missing. That I should make it up to her. That...that I should kill myself.

This started an hour ago...I have since hid in my bedroom...but the voice it...it...it sounds exactly like my Mother...