Tell me what it is — or tell me the story about it.
The creature: Something lurks in Grandma’s attic. It rustles around between the boxes and the old clothes that hang there. Sometimes there are groans and sighs. Doors open. Windows close. Strange, untoward, and lost, with a dry husky smell that floods the house one floor at a time.
Tabitha Low 
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