The Attic


The beam of your flashlight sweeps over the cobwebs in the dusty room, over the trunks, the shelves of books that smell peppery with age. Someone has just blown out a candle. You can smell it. But, you see no one. You hold your breath and listen. Nothing. Cautiously you approach the old desk tucked beneath the rafters. There, beside the still smoking wick of a candle, is an open manuscript…

 Waiting Room

A cold wind whispers across the back of your neck.

Time to go.

You tuck the manuscript under your shirt (right click on the link above and take it with you!)

…and you head for the ladder.