The stairs creaked as she climbed up the attic stairs. Her heart raced as she reached for the doorknob.
Slowly she turned the handle. Half-closing her eyes, she flung the door open.
She heard a terrified scream.
It had begun that morning when she couldn’t find her family. But she did find a note on the table….
To Whom It May Concern:
I left you alive for a reason. If you want to see your family alive again, come to the attic of the deserted mansion across the street.
You have until 11:00.
-My name is of no concern to you.
She had no time to think. It was already 10:45.
She grabbed her shoes and ran to the deserted mansion. Out of breath, she jerked the door open and half-raced, half-tripped up the stairs. Reaching out for the door handle, she finally thought about what she was doing.
I could scream for help. I could call the police.
She looked at her watch. 10:59.
She had no time. She had to open the door.
Her eyes had barely adjusted to the eerie gray of the attic before what seemed like a mob of people jumped at her. She didn’t realize she was screaming until she heard her own voice. Surprisingly, instead of silencing her, her attackers yelled back.
It was her family.