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The Wooden Chest in the Attic

Help. Anyone Help. I'm up in the Attic. Frantically scrumahing through things to help them find me. I scream at the top of my lungs, I can't get out, is anyone here. Help Please. Now this was one of the worst things that could have ever happened in my entire life. If I still had a life. This is how it started.

I Anna an eleven year old girl stuck in my great grandmothers attic after her funneral. It was dark and bitterly cold. The wind that came through the cracks nibbling at my bare skin. The dust swrilled around me. I heard voices everywhere. I was dark almost everywhere I stept except through the cracks where there was a little yellowish brownish light. Everyone was still there but sorrowly they couldn't find me because I had turned into a ghost. I will never get to see my family ever again all because they didn't care. At least they never came up in the attic. I would expect them to because they knew I was going up here, (I think they did). Still I blame them because I wasn't the most responseblelest person in the world.When this happened.

Atleast I have other friends I've made to keep me company. I'm am one of three ghosts. There's Izzy a twenty eight year old mother. Also there's Chris a six teen year old- who is kind of cute. But don't tell him. And last there's Charlotte a girl only a year older than me and my best friend now.

They all told me not to do it and I regret it now. I was bored and so I went looking around. I found a plain old wooden chest. It was covered in dust. Probably 2 pounds of it. I'm a curious little girl sometimes. I opened the chest. I was moist like something had sprayed it with a spary bottle that was completly full. Inside it looked like it went down and down. It looked like it never ended. Something pushed me and I fell in. I kept falling and falling. I thought I would never stop. I flopped down on a water bed. I bounced and then kept falling. Then I landed on a different bed. This time I sank through like it was quick sand