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Don't ever be so curious about something that you don't have permission to explore because it can get you into big trouble!" My mom warned me once when I dropped the body lotion in her spa room.
It was on the 17th of October and I was at my cousin's birthday party. My creepy eyes secretly discovered that she has a very spooky attic.I started yawning and my sleepy eyes could barely open. Thoughts started to run all over my head. Should I get to the very top?
I sneaked creepily up the spiral staircase that took a hundred years to get through.The lights of the staircase started to get darker and darker. I wrapped my hands around my back and my feet squeezed struggling on top of the cold murky steps.I slowly travelled up the staircase and finally got to the attic.
I felt like I had magic glasses that could know things before they even happened. This is not going to be a cool adventure! My body bundled up as I stood mysteriously in front of the attic door.I grabbed the metal knob and realized that the door was slightly opened. My heart beated faster than a hungry and speedy tiger racing after a delicious prey. AHH! I shouted quietly in my head so no one could hear it. A black tiny spider that was no bigger than a cockroach crawled out on the side of the door and started to spin another web. I tenderly pushed the door to the left and gently stepped in the room that was full of crusty chests. There was exactly a crowded village full of spiders and webs spinning everywhere . A pocket-sized wood framed picture lay diagonally under the chest. I couldn't clearly see the faces of people in the picture because the sad sky covered the whole city with darkness. There was a green striped torn t- shirt hanging under a broken window that was probably chewed by the crazy mice. I sniffed and felt the smell of pure vanilla smell but the dust made me sneeze. The wooden floor was smooth but the papr on top was torn. It was probably a very old place where people kept their waste. I couldn't describe how messy this place was. My shoulders shrugged shakily and I squeezed up. I am having butterflies in my stomach. My mouth turned wide open and I gasped. Oops! My ears trapped a very familiar sound. It was very familiar to me and it seems like...
Unexpectedly , I recognized the familiar sound. It was the sound of scary ghosts dancing around. I noticed that there was a small peak in the window that helped the wind blow the curtains dancing delicately nevertheless, I didn't have the courage to stand here any longer. I shook my head and turned on my engine that was full of energy as a pool. I speeded up and dashed downstairs to escape the danger like a cannonball to join the party.
That night, as my mom drove me home, I kept imagining what it would be like if this happened again? Will anyone find out? Will I get into trouble? I realized that it was kind of a uninteresting place and my mom words were absolutely true. I will just have to wait until I have another chance for a better attic.
Don't ever be so curious about something that you don't have permission to explore because it can get you into big trouble!" My mom warned me once when I dropped the body lotion in her spa room.
It was on the 17th of October and I was at my cousin's birthday party. My creepy eyes secretly discovered that she has a very spooky attic.I started yawning and my sleepy eyes could barely open. Thoughts started to run all over my head. Should I get to the very top?
I sneaked creepily up the spiral staircase that took a hundred years to get through.The lights of the staircase started to get darker and darker. I wrapped my hands around my back and my feet squeezed struggling on top of the cold murky steps.I slowly travelled up the staircase and finally got to the attic.
I felt like I had magic glasses that could know things before they even happened. This is not going to be a cool adventure! My body bundled up as I stood mysteriously in front of the attic door.I grabbed the metal knob and realized that the door was slightly opened. My heart beated faster than a hungry and speedy tiger racing after a delicious prey. AHH! I shouted quietly in my head so no one could hear it. A black tiny spider that was no bigger than a cockroach crawled out on the side of the door and started to spin another web. I tenderly pushed the door to the left and gently stepped in the room that was full of crusty chests. There was exactly a crowded village full of spiders and webs spinning everywhere . A pocket-sized wood framed picture lay diagonally under the chest. I couldn't clearly see the faces of people in the picture because the sad sky covered the whole city with darkness. There was a green striped torn t- shirt hanging under a broken window that was probably chewed by the crazy mice. I sniffed and felt the smell of pure vanilla smell but the dust made me sneeze. The wooden floor was smooth but the papr on top was torn. It was probably a very old place where people kept their waste. I couldn't describe how messy this place was. My shoulders shrugged shakily and I squeezed up. I am having butterflies in my stomach. My mouth turned wide open and I gasped. Oops! My ears trapped a very familiar sound. It was very familiar to me and it seems like...
Unexpectedly , I recognized the familiar sound. It was the sound of scary ghosts dancing around. I noticed that there was a small peak in the window that helped the wind blow the curtains dancing delicately nevertheless, I didn't have the courage to stand here any longer. I shook my head and turned on my engine that was full of energy as a pool. I speeded up and dashed downstairs to escape the danger like a cannonball to join the party.
That night, as my mom drove me home, I kept imagining what it would be like if this happened again? Will anyone find out? Will I get into trouble? I realized that it was kind of a uninteresting place and my mom words were absolutely true. I will just have to wait until I have another chance for a better attic.