In the Attic

Every night I always hear creacking from the attic. But it sounds like it's just the house settling, or the wind or something. There was never anything really odd.

Until the other night, I was lying in my bed and heard something in the attic fall over. But that wasn't all, I also heard a wierd scratching noise on the attic door that was in my closet.

For a couple days I too scared to check it out, but earlier this morning I decided I had to know what that was.

I hadn't been in the attic since I first moved in, there was already a bunch of stuff left up there, that I never bothered to clean out, I wasn't really sure what it was like.

But I gathered my courage, and walked to the attic door, and slowly pulled it open.

It was too dark to see anything inside, but I could feel a small draft coming from somewhere in the attic.

So I climbed up the ladder attached to the door, and went inside the attic. But before I had the chance to turn the light on, the attic door shut behind me.

I was only in darkness for a moment, because just after the door shut, it lit up.

Right in front of me was a tree in my attic. It was a willow tree with long branches that hung all the way from the highest point of the ceiling to the floor. And it's roots were curled across the floor.

And every inch of this mysterious tree was eminating a strange light. And the leaves and branches were swaying in the draft, though I couldn't see a single place this wind could be coming from.

I noticed a box that had been nocked over, it looked like a root had spread under it and caused it to fall. Must be what the thump I heard was. And I assume the light scratching noise was the branches brushing against the door.

I started to reach out to touch the branch hanging closest to me, but as soon as my hand got close to it the mysterious wind picked up. And before my eyes the tree seemed to crumble into a golden dust. It passed between my fingers, feeling warm and soft, as it was carried away in the wind.

The dust dissapeared, the wind stopped, and I was left standing in the darkness of my attic.