THE GHOST IN THE ATTIC

The moment I entered the pitch black room, rustling noise was as clear as cry of baby in an empty room. I was hearing the beats of my life slowly fading away.

Since it was my grandma's house, parents left me here telling me to stay for some days so they can focus on work. Truth was that since my mom remarried they just wanted to get rid of me. The home that seemed like a thousand years old tree branch was home of me forever alive totally weird grandma. Something about her was always bothering. Her nature is good that I accept yet a tinge of creep always paved the path for new horror just by exchanging a glance with her.

I was told to live upstairs in an old attic. The first night was well versed with what my thoughts told me, totally creepy. Worst happened when the moment I woke up from a nightmare, the sound of trees dancing with the figure of my grandma was in front of me. I was too freaked out to say anything and suddenly my shock choked my mind until I went into blackout.

The next morning I called my parents but nobody answered all the century of calls I had done. Nothing was left for me but to sleep again in that ghostly attic, the most haunted room I have ever been. 

So here I am in this midnight thinking all the possible ways for suicide. Because the lamppost has no electricity in it. Trees are rumbling with least air flowing outside. The doll in the corner is constantly glaring at me and every moment i take my eyes off it seems to advance a centimetre. The closet which had been closed for three days has suddenly opened. The bedsheet is moist as though it is sucking water from somewhere.

 Suddenly as I blinked, a cloth covering something was on my bed. It was do or a die situation. My whole body was freezing cold, hands shaking, heartbeat at its highest beats per second and hairs on my body became a thorn. I slowly held the cloth in front of me. Suddenly trees stoped, closet closed, electricity died, and their was pin drop silent in the room. I counted to three and the moment I pulled the cloth, I died. 

Three days later i found myself at the hospital. The doctor informed me that I was unconscious since three days. I reached back to my gandma house thinking the moment she will tell me to sleep in the attic, I will commit suicide but to my surprise, THE HOUSE NEVER HAD AN ATTIC.