Eyes popping open, I blinked several times, trying to get used to the darkness of my bedroom. Gaze darting, I saw nothing; but still couldn’t shake the creepy feeling. I tossed my covers off and placed my feet on the cool, wood floor. Maybe it was just a dream and I simply needed to wake up and get a drink or something before trying to go back to sleep. Leaving my room, I stepped out into the hallway, looking both ways before stopping to stare at the open door to the attic. Shivers flared through me. I distinctly remembered closing the door after Seth and I had explored it, and I was pretty sure no one had been up there since. As if manipulated, my feet turned and moved toward the dark staircase, my heart pounding in my chest with every step. I should call my parents and have them come check with me; but when I tried to stop and open my mouth, it was as if I had no control over myself. Treading lightly, I made my way soundlessly up the wooden stairs, pausing at the top and looking around.
