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   Sitting there near the fireplace and reading a book in bad weather were amongst the two things that she loved the most. She would often come here with a mug of herbal tea and some freshly baked biscuits still hot from the oven. She had spent her childhood playing dolls, dreaming about unbelievable countries across the ocean and listening to her grandpa’s amazing stories.

   She barely noticed that she had started to move upstairs to the attic and opened the door. Her grandpa was standing there not far from the bookshelves and drawing something on a piece of paper. She felt warmth and happiness inside her heart whilst looking at him with the same childlike interest that she had had so many years ago when she was a kid. He lifted his head up with a short smile and asked: “How is it going?”
“Same as usual”, she replied wondering how her own voice sounded.
She lightly ran her fingers against the surface of the wall near the doorway leaving behind patterns in the dust. She frowned, which may have looked like she had just remembered something important.

   Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder in the distance. She turned around and slowly moved towards the window. A strong wind had been blowing all day, but right now, it seemed much stronger. She saw bright flashes of lightning outside the window and the bare branches of the trees which were slowly scratching the window pane with some weird sound. She looked over her shoulder. In the attic, there wasn’t anyone except her.               


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