There was a loud BAND that came from the attic. Both me and my sister stared up at the ceiling just waiting for it to crack. We then looked at eachother and laughed, it was proabably my dad playing a joke on us. With that in mind I grabbed the rope connected to the door and yanked me and my sis crawled through with no problem. A chilly breeze past threw me, and dust painted my clothes. As I glanced over green eyes from under grandmas quilt glared at me.
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