At first, I froze. The thing in the corner didn\u2019t have a clear shape\u2014it pulsed, almost like it was breathing. I grabbed a flashlight from a nearby shelf, turned it on, and aimed it at the dark spot.<\/p>\n
The beam of light revealed something that sent chills down my spine. It wasn\u2019t an animal. It wasn\u2019t a nest. It looked like\u2026 cloth? No\u2014something more like old skin, stretched and hanging, attached to the beams.<\/p>\n
Marc buried his face in my chest. \u201cIt talked to me, Daddy,\u201d he murmured. \u201cIt said my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded in my ears. I took a deep breath and stepped closer, shielding Marc behind me. The shape recoiled slightly, then stilled. That\u2019s when I saw it. Behind the hanging folds, there were small, hollow holes\u2014eyes?<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t wait to find out. I turned around, grabbed Marc, and bolted down the attic stairs. Once we reached the hallway, I slammed the door shut and dragged a chair in front of it, heart racing.<\/p>\n
That night, I called a friend of mine\u2014Alexandru, an old college buddy who now worked in pest control. I didn\u2019t tell him everything, just that there was something strange in the attic and I needed help.<\/p>\n
When he arrived the next morning, armed with gear and skepticism, he went up alone. He was up there for less than five minutes.<\/p>\n
He came down pale, clutching his bag, refusing to say a word. \u201cWhatever that is,\u201d he said through clenched teeth, \u201cyou need a priest. Not a pest guy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I haven\u2019t opened that attic door since. But sometimes, late at night, I still hear it whispering Marc\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
And I know it\u2019s still up there\u2014waiting.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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