That's Why You Don't Go In The Attic

• Jasmine Burton, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2018

That’s why you don’t go in the attic

“We’re here!” shouts Mum as we drove down into a new neighbourhood. “This is our new home!” Dad explained with joy. I stepped out of the car, there stood before me a mansion. “Go check the backyard Jasmine,” Dad yells from the car. “Sure,” I muttered. My mouth falls open it’s a beautiful backyard. Nicely cut lawn, a tyre swing hanging from a tree. An amazing flowerbed around the fence. My brother Jack comes next to me and all he says is “WOW.” I knew Jack couldn’t wait to play. “Yep this is your new backyard,” Dad says. “Go inside pick a bedroom.” I run inside the mansion. Mum is cleaning. “Go on” Mum urged. I open a room. “That’s the attic.” I open the room next to it. It was pretty. “This is my room,” I say. “Okay bedtime,” Mum replied. It was a cold when I wake up there was a noise coming from the attic. I follow the noise, the door is open a jar. I peek in. Then I just open the door completely, something falls. It was a dusty, brown, old looking book. I go back to my room and put it on my shelf. Next Day my friends come over, Alyssa, Cate, Amelia, La’tia and Cecilia. We were in my bedroom when I show them the worn book I found in the attic. “So you found it in the attic,” Alyssa says in a giggly voice. “Open it,” says Cate in a squeaky voice. “What does it say?” asked Amelia. “Nothing,” I say. WHOOSH!!! “Help!” screams Cecilia. “Save me!” La’tia yells. BAM! I landed on something hard. I realise it was rough grass. “You have to finish the story!” says a booming voice. I look around at everyone they looked okay. “You have to fight” says the voice. Weapons appeared in everyone’s sore hands. “In a graveyard,” yelled a voice. “No we aren’t fighting!” screamed Amelia and Cate. “You will have to if you want to return home.” I look around again, it was now a graveyard. A skeleton army appears out of the graves. Dust monsters rose out behind the gravestones. “Attack!” they screamed. I charged forward with my friends. “Help,” screams Cecilia. Who was fighting the Dust monsters. I grabbed a vacuum cleaner underneath an oak tree. “Here use this” I said quickly because a skeleton with a sharp rusty sword right behind me. Cecilia vacuumed up all the dust monsters. As Alyssa smashed the last skeleton into pieces. I realise we had won the battle with no blood to lose. Everything was a blur. I was back home. Mum and Dad were packing. We were leaving the dreadful place. “Yes!” I shouted. I look at the mansion one more time. I was going to miss it. “Come on,” says Mum. We all jumped into the Ute as the next family moved in. I remember about the book. I forgotten it had no tittle.