Immediately after I unlocked the room in the closet, life got weird. Things began to move and fall off of shelves. Heather would not sleep in her own room and constantly told me that something was after her. It was not until one night, while Heather lay asleep in my bed, that I noticed what she meant. I was having a hard time sleeping, and I heard a door creak open. I thought nothing of it at first because things were always creaking in this house. Little did I know it was the locked attic door opening, and before my eyes there was an apparition standing over Heather.
The dark figure just stood there and gazed at my daughter. I lay there frozen, unable to even breathe. This led me to believe that there was a demon in my house. I decided to go online and find the history of this house, possibly find out who this little boy was and why he was trapped in the attic.

I did in fact find out.. The history of this house was fairly normal on the outside: a typical family of five named the Joneses.  The town was pleasant and everybody was just average: no excitement, no lies, and no mysteries.

This house, however, did hold a lie and a mystery that no one knew about. The Joneses lived in this house, and everyone thought that Susan and Martin Jones had two children, but they actually had three. Susan had her first child a year after she and her husband were married; she was a perfect child, the apple of their eye.

Three years later, Susan became pregnant with the second Jones child. Once the child was born, the doctor noticed something very strange. Peter Jones was not a normal kid. There was something very wrong with the child, something no one could explain. The child was also crippled. Back in those days, families with children like that simply locked them away.

The Joneses continued on with their family, having one more child after Peter.  Peter, locked in the attic since he was four, seemed to disappear from existence.

To be continued…