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Curious of what it was that up there I chose to continue on. The attick was filled with cobwebs,
dust and dirt, I made my way through and was able to make out a rocking chair that sat at the very corner of the room. I heard
a faint sound of a woman's voice singing coming from the rocking chair so I got closer. She was holding a small doll in her
hands as she sang a sad tune. I asked her what her name was but she just ignored me as if I didn't even exist. Next to her
was an old treasure chest filed with old clothes and a picture album. I blew the dust off the album and began to look through
it, there were pictures of men, women and children in different places at different times but I had no clue as to who they
were so I sat the album down and turned to walk away. the old lady in the rocking chair began to sob, holding her doll even
tighter, it was sad but she never acknowledged my presence so I wasn't sure if she knew I was even there. I made my way back
towards the staircase, the winds blew even harder and the lightning flashed even faster, I quickly ran back down the staircase
before something would happen, closed the door and sighed with relief. I noticed another door I hadn't seen before when I
first reached the top of the upstairs staircase, I walked towards the door thinking how strange it was I didn't see it previously.
I began my journey on, I opened the door slowly and saw yet another staircase that lead downwards. It was very dark so I used
the small light from my keychain to make my way down. When I reached the bottom I noticed it ended at the kitchen. I stopped
for a moment to catch my breath before I moved forward.
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