My parents just bought this new house to run their buisness out of, it's this big house that's pretty old. I remember having really strange feelings about the house when I first entered it. I kept feeling uncomfortable and I wanted to stay near my parents. We had to fix up the house so that it would look nice. There was a lot of stuff that was left in the attic by the last family, so I was given the task to go up into the attic and take all the stuff down. It was about 8 o clock and it was already really dark, and since the attic didn't have a light, I had to go up there with a florescent lantern that my dad gave me. I remember getting really freaked out about spending time up there because it was so dark and creepy. I climbed up the ladder and started to move stuff down. A couple of chairs and other strange things, and then I grabbed this one box and suddenly I felt a this extremely cold chill come all over me. It was like this furious cold wind and all my muscles tensed up and the hairs on my body stood up. I was fucking scared. I heard things being knocked over and crashing noises all around me. It sounded like the whole house was shifting on its foundations back and forth.

It was a whole lot of banging and crashing. I flipped shit. I dropped that box and ran the fuck out of that attic. I remember running outside the house as fast as possible. My parents saw me run out and they followed me. They were so confused and asked me what was going on. I was just like "Lets go home, I want to go home right now! I'm scared, there is something in that attic". I never went in that house again. I feel sorry for my parents who have to work in the house. I hope they are ok. I ask my dad every now and then if anything happens in the house. He says he sometimes hears noises from the attic. He thinks that it was just a bunch of rats that were under the box or something. I'll tell you something, if rats made the noises I heard, they must have been some huge fucking rats. Shit was falling over and crashing and falling all over the place. My dad was going to move the rest of the stuff out of the attic, but I made him promise that he would never go up there and after a lot of begging, he finally agreed that he wouldn't go up there. I was so relieved. It just makes me wonder what was in that box.