My parents have been asleep for hours when I open the creaky attic door and climb the steps into the darkness. The flashlight
beam sweeps ahead of me, illuminating trunks and piles of
junk and who knows what else. I creep across the dusty floor,
moving slowly and making no noise. I heard something on the
ceiling, I found an old rusty ladder. I climbed up the ladder, I
opened the door from the top ceiling, I went out and looked at
what the noise was from. It was. (help em to continue this horror story with suspense