you pull down the attic door
More dust is stirred up and you freeze in terror. Whatever was up
there has fallen to within several feet of you....
It's not alive... You stare at a huge old wooden box...Its a chest....
Papers have fallen out of the open chest and lay scattered around you.
old moth eaten hats are spilled among pieces of what were porcelain
dolls.
You stoop down and pick up a slip of paper just as there is a crazy
rustling above you....
A dark cloud flies from the doorway of the ceiling into the hall.
BATS!
You crouch down while the bats flap wildly above your head.....then
disappear down the hall and toward the kitchen....
You don't know where the bats will end up since there doesn't seem to
be any escape for them either...but the flicker of the flashlight
turns your attention back to the paper clutched in your
hand....
The string leading to the handle of the door is nearly
threadbare...shouldn't it have been a chain pull? The door lowers in a
cloud of dust. You cough and stumble back while trying to keep the
flashlight and gun steady for whatever...
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....
