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"A Ghostly Family Portrait"

The new house finally. Middled of winter spring cleaning. Hate it all.

The time came where the attic was to be cleaned and rearranged. I walked up the first flight of stairs with a lethargic step; I loathed having to do winter cleaning. I soon reached the small space in the ceiling that I seethingly glared upon.

There was the little string with the large lug nut dangling from the large hatch leading to the attic. I pulled it down, and the hinges screamed their dismay from the lack oil.

I reached up and pulled down the metal stairs. I ascended the steps with grumble upon my lips. I finally reached the top and stepped inside of the dusty, dank abyss. I coughed from inhaling the long, over-needed-to-be cleaned off dust that was caked on all of the possessions that were up here.

I sighed and started to search through boxes to start getting rid of junk. The first box that I encountered happened to be one full of pictures.

When we first moved in a few months ago, in September, it took us a while to get everything so I told my husband to put the rest of the boxes that still needed to be sorted through up in the attic until it was time to go through them. Unfortunately, that day was now. Dang it!!

I pulled out picture that I had in my life seen before. That was then that I noticed I was on the wrong side of the attic. The side that I was on had the possessions of the other family that would be coming back next Summer to collect the rest of their belongings.

I studied the photo; it was an old photograph--black and white. There was an elder couple, three children, a girl and two boys, and a younger couple that had huge smiles on their faces.

I looked over the faces of the children and smiled contented. I've always wanted children, but Jons never did. I'm still working on his fear of changing the diaper.

When I looked at the young girls face, the look of pure abhorrent hatred was etched on her features in a uncharacteristic scowl. Seeing a glare, if you can call it that, on a little girl's face, which was supposed to hold a look of pure innocence and laughter, was one of detestment and harbored malicious intent. That look alone on a young girl's face made my insides shrink and crawl.

I shivered with unease. And against all better judgment, I continued to hold the picture and found that I was studying the face a little closer. A gasp of horror left my throat when the little girl's face began to look strangely like Jons, but in a feminine way. They had the same characteristics. Cold chills were coursing through my spine when I looked even closer at the child. She did not look to be more than seven years old, and yet her face held such hatred--cruelty even...

I squinted my eyes, there was something in her hand; it was hidden, but I could still see it. I got up and grabbed a small plant stand and an old lamp, which with some insane amount of luck still worked. With the lamp plugged in and turned on, I studied the old photo closer under the aid of the light. My hand flew to my mouth to hide horrified gasp that still excaped me. In the hand of the girl there was a hatchet, small but I could see it clearly. Horror struck me when I looked too closely and found that there was a fourth child in the background who was wearing bloody clothes. Her face was have decayed and seemed to be bleeding.

Fear was thoroughly instilled in my heart. The realization of the face struck me hard. This little girl was my husband. The face, the fact that years ago a hatchet is what took his little sisters life, but now I know that he had killed her nad not a random person. My breath caught in my throat and I was shaking uncontrollably. I stared at the picture in absolute terror.

A soft laughs comes from behind me. And I whip my head around and a sigh of relief escapes me. Jons is standing there in the entrance of the attic.

"Hey, honey I tho--" My sentenvce died in my throat as I noticed a hatchet in his hand.

His arm lifted and a scream emitted from my soul....

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