Chapter 6
After spending the morning under the tree, Grace gathered her supplies, walked up to the loft, pulled the rope, and climbed into the attic. Of course, Annabelle was out—at a friend’s for lunch.
This time Grace was even more prepared. She brought two clean pairs of Annabelle’s flower-patterned gardening gloves since she still wasn’t entirely sure what she would be touching. She also brought two flashlights to brighten the hidden corners and three bottles of water to drown the dust away.
In the attic, spindly light winked through the tattered blinds and dust mites swirled above her head. Grace shivered, afraid that something, or someone, lurked in the shadows. She turned the larger flashlight around and found more stacks of discarded crates. And cobwebs. And possibly creepy craw
