The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts I-V

... gesturing across the pile of books and papers strewn across her bed.

Mina nodded. “And wait until you see the bill for the books.”

We chatted for a couple more minutes, then I said good night and started to make my way to my wife and mine’s wing. I climbed the stairs to our bedroom, then paused at the top, glancing at the door to the attic. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the door, flicked on the switch, and headed up.

The bare bulbs that lined the peak of the attic ceiling shed a harsh light in the late evening darkness. Spaces that had once held disarrayed piles of boxes, clothes, and trash were now neat and organized with different boxes labeled with the contents. The trash was gone and it even looked like the twins had swept the floor.

I walked the length of the house to the far end. The twins had been thorough, I had to admit it. The place was almost unrecognizable from what it had been that morning. I was impressed.

At the very end of the attic stood a doorway and a large bedroom. It was strange, and a little creepy in a way, that someone might have lived up here in the far end of the attic. I pushed the door open and flicked on the light.

The twins had pulled out all the clothing and boxes that had been in the room and added them to the neat collection in the main part of the attic. So all that stood in the now-bare room was a bureau with a mirror, a large roll-top desk, and an old four-poster bed with an ancient mattress.

A faint ...

... earthy fragrance lingered in the room, like a scented candle or a lady’s cologne – sandalwood. I hadn’t smelled anything like that in my earlier trips up to the attic. I sniffed the air trying to find the source. It wasn’t coming from the desk or bureau. I knelt on the mattress and leaned down, sniffing the old fabric. If there was any sandalwood scent there, it was too faint to be the source of the odor in the room.

Odd.

Now that the boxes and clothes were off the bed, I noticed that the mattress was amazingly soft. I sat down, then leaned back, laying on the bed. It was really nice. We could use this bedroom set in the guest room. I started up at the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling and thought about the work ahead. I had to sort through the stuff the twins had organized and decide what to do with it.

I sighed. I was tired. I should get up and go downstairs.

I closed my eyes. I would rest here for just a moment. Not sleep, just have a short rest.

A rest…

My eyes shot open. How long had I been asleep? I checked my phone. Only fifteen minutes. I better get up and go to bed before I ended up spending the night up here.

I stared up at the ceiling again. The room felt different somehow, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. A faint draft wafted over my prone form. I glanced over at the window – it was shut tight. I added caulking to my to-do list. An old house like this probably had a million different cracks for drafts to wander in. Or mice...

Then the draft ...