THE LADY OF THE LIGHTHOUSE
Copyright 2012. Adrien Leduc. Smashwords Edition. All rights reserved.
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“Carl. This isn’t funny, Carl.”
Still nothing. I step quietly on to the first step. Waiting. Listening.
I’ve never liked going into our attic. It’s dark, creepy, and always cold due to the lack of insulation and the numerous slits and holes in the ceiling. Dad swears he’ll get around to fixing it up real nice someday. But he’s been saying that for years now and until he does, Mom, Carl Junior, and I prefer to stay clear of it.