An Attic In The Summer

   it took me a good few minutes to climb the old abandoned houses spiraled staircase. I wasn't sure which steps would hold my weight, but with courage I slowly made my way to the ,attic. Minding every step I attempted to put most of my weight on the railing. finally I made it to the attic. It looked like its walls used to be white, but it was kinda hard to tell from all the water damage and dust. Almost every bit of that room was covered in dust, I wouldn't have been able to tell if it wasn't for the single circular stained glass window on the opposite end of the room that illuminated in a single direction. I took slow steps and the wood floor creaked to my unease.
It was almost like the house was unhappy with my presence, and the floors creaking was the disapproving growl of the building. But me being the “adventurer” I am, continued on my exploration of the mysterious attic. the room, much like the rest of the house smelled musty and it was making me nauseous. So, I made my way to the stained glass window and opened even wider than it already was and breathed in the fresh summer air slowly. I smiled as I looked out the window and admired the beautiful scenery of evergreen forests. But then my smile vanished. Why would anyone leave this house. I mean its a beautiful 3 story victorian mansion. And the area is just amazing. miles away from the noise and bustle of civilization. I then dove deeper in my thoughts...all of the rooms in this house were completely full of furniture. Book cases full and paintings of a family of a husband, wife and son. all dress formally. they probably once lived there many years ago still hanging on the wall. Even in the dining room...plates full of old rotted and dried out food.
Not just that. Wouldn't a wild animal of some sort have walked in and stole the food. Its like the house was untouched by nature, and the previous family just...left. In a split second, Gone. This wasn't right. The air around me grew cold and I had a sudden feeling of...depression. I looked down at the outer wall of the house below the window and my heart sank. Below was a single rope tied to a flagpole a couple inches below the window. And at the end of the rope was a decayed body of what looked like a man in a suit. The rope was tied around his neck and I looked away gasping. I looked beside me and saw an in table. On the in table were two pamphlets with pictures of the wife and son in the family pictures i saw before.
For the wife it read “RIP Amy Rodgers 1971-2003” for the son it read “RIP Joseph Rodgers 1994-2003”...