October 18, 1965
It's almost over. At last it's over. Fiona was ready to finish it. To finally get revenge on the twin brothers who antagonized her. She crouched in the attic of their house. She had studied the acoustics of the large home for months. She had stayed up countless nights preparing for this moment. She knew the exact spot to say the words. Or more accurately, sing them.
"Ring around the Rosie. A pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We all fall down!"
If she was correct, the song should have reverberated throughout the entire house. She heard a girlish shriek. She giggled, which turned into a maniacal, evil cackle.
She stood and strode over to the noose hanging from the rafter. Some people facing death might feel fear. Some may be calm. But Fiona felt that death would be a refuge, releasing her from the torment of life. She climbed onto the step stool and lowered the rope around her neck. It's almost over. It's almost over. It ends now. With morbid determination she kicked the stool away with such force that it flew across the room. As her life ebbed away, she smiled. Her last thought before she left the world of the living was, it's over.
Little did she know it was just the beginning.
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The Attic
HorrorNoah Morrison is moving to a new house. His parents bought a house on a hill at half the price it usually is. Noah is incredibly exited and his parents have told him and his twin brother, Jacob, that there is only one rule: do not go into the attic...
