The curiosity burned in her, mingling with a flicker of fear, propelling her forward into the unknown. Emily stared up at the loft, trying to muster the courage to climb the creaky ladder. The air felt heavy and thick with silence, almost mocking her.
The flashlight in her grip flickered, as if it, too, was nervous. Taking a deep breath, she began to ascend, each step causing the old wood to groan under her weight. The moment he reached the top, a wave of stale air hit her, thick with dust and the scent of long-forgotten memories.