Jake plopped down on the small piece of flooring near the edge of the opening. Squinting, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the stream of sunlight coming through the vents.
Frightened, his heart was pounding against his rib cage as he looked around the room. Seeing plywood flooring scattered over the beams in various places with pink cotton-candy like stuff sticking up from those beams, he lay down to catch his breath.
Feelings of intimidation ached in Jake's gut because he was up in the attic, a place his father had forbidden him to enter. His father had told him there were all kinds of little critters hiding up there and without food, they might make him their dinner.