The Girl in the Attic


Who would you trust? A mortal, or a ghost? The lovely neighbor who brings you cookies or the unwanted resident who has destroyed your property with a cry for help?

What would you do if your husband wants to help an innocent dead girl but you know she was a witch!

This was the dilemma Christina and Dave were facing. This situation in which they and probably everyone they knew had never been in before, started neither an argument nor a fight. They could neither convince the other person, nor could they trust whom the other person trusted.

They both sat silently, confused and scared. No one moved a muscle and no one made a sound. The wind outside, which would be romantic on any other day sounded gloomy, as if it was hitting the leaves and singing a song of death and separation.

Christina woke up with a start. She did not realise she had dozed off. Even admist this big confusion she felt happy that she wasn’t crazy or mad, reassured that her love was with her now and this acted as a much better sleeping pill than the ones she had a prescription for.

She realised Dave wasn’t there. She searched for him. He was not in the house. And then she saw a message left by Dave,
“I had to.”

Christina ran up to the attic, an unknown courage possessing her body. She found exactly what she had expected. The remains of Lysa were gone….

She ran to Mrs. Norris’s place, and banged the door urgently. A sweet voice asked “who is it?” And on providing a satisfactory reply, Christina was ushered in. Before she could say anything, Mrs. Norris hit her with something on the head and she fainted.


Dave felt bad for betraying his wife but he had no choice. He hadn’t told her the complete story of what had happened before he had called her back from Norris’s house.

When Dave had entered the attic, he naturally gravitated towards the bones. He touched them for some unknown reason and as soon as he did that, he somehow travelled back in time, as if he was in a dream. He saw young Lysa in the attic. Someone suddenly whispered Lysa’s name. She got up and walked straight to Norris’s place. Strangely that old woman looked exactly the same 25 years ago. Lysa walked as if she was possessed, with a straight face and body, listless and lifeless, still eyes. She entered Norris’s place and was given a cup of tea which made her look paler. She got up without a word and went back to the attic.

Lysa was lying in her room when someone whispered “young blood…bring me young blood”.
Lysa got up and went to her youngest sister’s room. She put a weird looking rose near the child’s nose, and then pricked her vein collecting blood from the girl. After her task was done, she walked to Norris’s house silently….and left the bowl in front of her house.

Scene changed and Dave was standing near the grave of Lysa’s mother. He could hear all the women in the ceremony pity Lysa. He heard how a strange illness had taken the lives of all the family members except her. And how she is blessed but cursed at the same time.

He was then transported back to Norris’s place, where he saw Lysa waking up, as though from a deep sleep and throwing away her tea. Norris hit her on the head and Lysa passed out. Norris was muttering ” no, no this ain’t good” under her breath. She then injected Lysa with a vile of green liquid which woke the girl up but with the same lifeless possessed demeanor again.
“Don’t you dare disobey me girl” said Norris.

Dave then saw a fast forwarded scene of Lysa trying to resist Norris’s medication. She stole blood once and then ran away to the forest. Norris found her and again hit her on the head with what appeared to be a stick.

Norris must’ve thought that Lysa is getting out of hand. For the next time when she sent Lysa on a blood stealing expedition, Norris brought a group of witnesses who got soo angry, that they ran after Lysa and burnt her.

This was the last scene he saw. He knew Christina would never believe him as Norris was now targeting his wife. Christina had told him of Norris’s “comforting” tea. So he decided against telling her. He planned to first set Lysa free and then set fire to Norris’s place as well.

He reached the forest with the bag of bones. His heart was pounding and he was scared, but this had to be done, and had to be done fast. He poured alcohol over it, for it was the only flammable thing he could find easily at home and was about to light it up, when Christina shouted his name from behind.

He turned around, and was startled to see Norris standing just behind him with the creepiest smile he had ever seen. Before he could react, something hit his head and everything faded…..

Dave woke up in wine cellar turned dungeon. The place had dim red light and a bad smell. Christina was tied to a chair, and a tube was draining blood from her body. He tried moving but his limbs felt as if they were made of stone. A lady walked into the cellar and greeted him. It took him some time to realise that it was Norris. Not old and congenial anymore, she looked like a healthy 40 year old woman with good figure and a very mean demeanour.

“Don’t strain yourself now dear…your lovely wife is alright!” She begun.
“I suppose now you’d want to ask the age old questions like, who are you, what are you, why are you doing this?”

“Well let me clear all your doubts before my lovely accomplice prepares you for my dinner, oh you know her, we don’t need introductions now do we? Cmon out Lysa, don’t be shy” she smirked.

Lysa floated through the room and joined Mrs. Norris on the table near Christina.
“Isn’t this lovely Lysa, two fresh meals tonight. I was sooo done with those old-fat couple you hunted the last time.”

“Ah! Back to your doubts now, well I’m a fairy! Not your stupid, fairy godmother types ofcourse! I hate them by the way, not that you asked, but I feel they are useless and irritating. My type is called Baobhan.”

“It’s tough to hunt these days you know, so we have colonised this area. We control the people here. Well….if you can call them people!” And she started laughing at her own sad joke.

“And why am I doing this? Well, I’m hungry that’s why!” She poured some of Christina’s blood in a wine glass and started drinking it! “And this lovely creature is a soul I’ve captured!” She said pointing to Lysa.

“Okay, enough of this chit-chat! Now, it’s party time”


“Oh hello Mrs. Norris! How are you? We loved your cookies by the way, they were lovely!”

“Hello Max! Oh! It’s good to hear! I’ll send more over to your place. I have plenty of cookies ” Norris replied. “So tell me Max, are you loving your new house?”

“Oh yeah, it’s pretty awesome, but I guess the attic light is faulty, it switched on last night, by itself. Gonna go fix it today!”

“Ofcourse, ofcourse, don’t let me keep you! Off you go!” Norris said with a smile!


Aprajita Rana


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