The Attic
I finally got time to clean out my parents’ attic. Their house is a bit old and I admit I was scared when I first entered the dark and dusty attic after all these years.
I opened up a few boxes hoping that no rat, scorpions or spiders would come out. I prepared my nose for any foul smell of molds, dead rats and maybe some rotting wood or cardboard. I found my Dad’s collection of books and I wondered why he kept them up here since he was a voracious reader. I set it aside since I knew I would be taking it home with me.
In the far corner of the attic was an old chest. I gulped loudly and tried opening it. It was stuck and took a few more tries before I could open it. I jumped when I saw a large spider come out of one of its hiding places and crawled near my hand. I scourged the chest of its contents and saw an old outdoor fireplace plan. There was also an old yo-yo, a wooden jigsaw puzzle and a depilated football.
It took me almost the whole day to clean just a portion of the attic. Next weekend, I will tackle the room again.