When I was 10, I had a playroom in the atiic of my old house. But I only went up there in the daylight. It always freaked me out, but one day I never went up there again.That day, I was playing with my dolls all by myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone. It was a girl, who looked about 5 years younger then me. She had long hair and was wearing a dress. She was standing in the dark corner of the attic. I thought she was my little sister who was 5 at the time. So I called out to her, "Teresa, get out from there. Mom said not to play there. You could get hurt." She didn't say or do anything. "Fine then, I'm telling mom."I went downstairs to tell my mom. She didn't believe me. she said that Teresa hates the attic and would never go in the darker area. Especisally when its so dangerous. There were a lot of loose nails in the floorboards and most of them were rusty. I didn't see Teresa for the rest of the day.

That night before dinner she went inside from playing in the yard and up to her room. I followed her. "Teresa," I said," why were you hiding in the attic?" She said that she never went into the attic that day. I told her to tell me the truth and she said that she was telling the truth, she was at her friend stephany's house all day. I called Stephany and she said Teresa wasn't lying. they were playing over at her house. I started freaking out? If that wasn't Teresa in the attic, who was it? I never found out, and I never told my parents. They wouldn't believe me anyway.