Moving In

So as you know already, I don't do anything without my brother or my sister. As a group, we all helped unpack each other's belongings and organized them on shelves, cabinets, and book cases. As we were moving in, we heard screams in the attic. As we went into the attic, we noticed it was completely empty. All that was there was dead silence. Maybe even a few dead animals or insects in there. We shrugged it off as the wind. As we were finishing my room, we all heard more noises. As we listened closer, we heard a baby crying, a man laughing, and a woman screaming. As we rushed down to our parents, we told them about the attic. They told us it was nothing. They normally told us it was the neighbors but this time was different. We knew it wasn't the neighbors because, our neighbors are old and like peace and quiet. Our parents weren't to happy about us "exploring" the attic. As we were going upstairs, we heard what sounded to be a wheelbarrow rolling across the attic floor. We knew there was nothing up there. At that moment, we knew what had to be done.