This is my entry into a 100 word story contest from a while back. It didn’t win, but I didn’t know what the heck else to do with it. And here we are.
When she was younger, she didn’t like to go up in the attic. She was little then, impressionable. The tales they told of spooks and spirits quelled her sense of adventure and made her nervous to turn the light off at night.
She would grow out of it, her mother said. Everyone does. Nobody stays scared of nothing forever.
One evening she decided to prove that. She went up the old stairs, and she closed the door behind her, though she was frightened to be alone.
But now nobody will visit her. Nobody likes to go up in the attic.