Locked in the attic
Dad had just left on a business trip, and I was left to pack in my room. College, I can't wait! As I packed in my room, Niang went into a fit of rage, when she heard the news. She started to grab all my clothes and threw them around the room. Then she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me up the creaking stairs. After what felt like an eternity, we reached the top of the staircase. As I was thrown inside the attic, the smell of mould and rotting wood lingered in the room and filled my nostrils. I could see the orange hue of the sunset seep through the cracks in the walls, painting a fiery artwork in the attic. As I listened closely, I could hear mice feet scatter across the floorboard. I went to explore the attic and heard the floorboards creak beneath me.
