The Next Morning (aka: I’m Officially Not Going Up There Again)

The Dark -  Ivan Ramirez Photography

So yeah, after my brilliant decision to investigate the attic in the middle of the night like some low-budget horror movie protagonist, I woke up the next morning thinking, “Alright, cool, back to normal life.”

Wrong.

I get up, walk into the hallway, and there it is: the attic pull cord. Just gently swaying. Not dramatically. Just... enough. Like it knew I’d be watching. Like it was saying, “Hey. You up?”

Now, I live alone. No cats. No raccoons. No ghosts (I think). So I did the logical thing: stared at it for 45 seconds straight, whispered “nope,” and went directly to the kitchen to make coffee I didn’t even want.

I didn’t go back to the hallway for the rest of the morning. At one point, I even walked the long way around the house just to avoid passing under the cord. I’m not saying something’s living up there... but I’m also not not saying that.

Anyway, I’m putting a chair under the attic door. For no reason. Just, you know. Decoration.