Attic Stories

The realtor described the place as a grand old dame of a house: a three-story high Victorian in a state of slight disrepair, built in 1897 but with so many random, period-inconsistent architectural details added on over the years (a deck over the front door, a mudroom added on the side, several of the larger rooms broken up with wallboard and framed for apartments) it did not qualify for the historical registry. People si...

Would you please get out of my attic This is my home not yoursYou're causing havocYour presence is a choreYou wake us up each nightI'm going insaneThis does not seem rightYou've now become a painI hear you in my wallsAnd my ceiling tooYou sound big, not smallI really hate youYou've come through a holeYour time is up nowI'm now in controlThey'll get you somehowI wonder what you areA mouse or a raccoonYour noises are bizarr...

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 10:03pm Logan listened to the snores of the lady below. She soundlessly waited for any form of rescue. Between snores, she heard the news going on about the violence. Occasionally, she hear...