There were spiders in the attic.
Tulia hated spiders. The way they scuttled and lurched across the floor, quickly diving into the shadows before she had a chance to kill them made her shiver in fear. She knew they were there, watching her, waiting for just the right moment to show themselves and be rewarded with her high-pitched screams.
She opened the door, letting the beam of her flashlight ghost over the stairs. Nothing but dust and cobwebs. Tulia took a step in, letting out a terrified squeak at the creak of the wood beneath her feet. The spiders were just waiting to attack her, she knew it. They had evil minds behind their many, beady eyes. If spiders had mustaches, Tulia was sure they would be twirling them sinisterly.
Carefully, Tulia tiptoed up the stairs. Her flashlight's beam swung in crazy arcs, catching nothing but dust-motes. The spiders were hiding.
Tulia sighed. She wouldn't even be up in the attic if the local kids hadn't told her ghost stories of her house. Beca