We moved in our new house. The house has cathedral ceilings up and down, and the only attic1 space was in the adjoining wall from my son”s room, which is above the kitchen. It is about twelve feet long, and its highest point is about five feet, and then it tapers2 down from the angle of the roof...
The first thing I noticed that was odd was that it had been nailed shut. Not just with a few nails but about twelve long ominous3 ones…The former occupant was either attempting to stop someone getting in….Or out.
The house is in a very nice neighborhood with a creek4 nearby, the mountains nicely within view and a multitude of parks… It was upon the third night that we first heard something out of sorts…A scratching noise above the kitchen. I told my wife and son that we must have a trapped animal in the attic space, perhaps a rat. Yet, for some unexplainable reason my imagination kept considering a far more sinister5 prospect6... Whatever the course I was going to have to investigate…
That Saturday my wife went off shoe shopping and left me and my son to attend to a variety of 'honey do's". Towards the top of the list was investigating the attic.
It was the last task I completed that day. Finally I could no longer procrastinate7, and retrieved9 my tool box from the garage and, with Jonathan eagerly
