There’s a creaking noise upstairs. I want to check it out but … I’m a bit nervous. I know this is my aunties’ house and she said it was perfectly safe. I trust her, but when she’s out the house I don’t see it as a safe household. I hate being disloyal to her like this.  I’m going for it. I’m going into the attic. Anyway if there’s nothing in there important, then why aren't I allowed in there? As I creak up the stairs, I get even more scared every time I step. I go quietly, even though there is no one other than me in this house. I…I was wrong…       
There in the attic, was a man, hung by his t-shirt on a peg. Blood pouring out of his chest. That was the first of my discoveries in that house. Although I wished and wished it would be my last…