the attic.

It was driving me nuts. Every night this noise would get louder and louder and tonight I was going to finally find out what the hell it was.

I stood at the top of the stairs staring at the attic door with my hand on the knob. I could hear a soft crying on the other side. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. The attic was filled with dust covered boxes and assorted knickknacks but only two things caught my eye. The first was a thick leather bound book that seemed to float in midair but behind that was something even more amazing. On the floor was a circle of what looked like salt with four softly glowing crystals placed inside the circle. In between the crystals sat a woman. Her head was down as she was softly crying. She was dressed in black leather from head to toe and what seemed like a black leather cape that rested on her shoulders and flowed out from her before it began curling upwards right at the edge of the salt circle.

I took another step into the attic and the floorboard creaked. The woman looked up at me and…