Beyond the attic stairs

Holding onto a trembling candle, its wavering flame cast eerie shadows across the surroundings.

“It's just an attic, Sydney said.”

The light of the candle quivered as she ascended the unstable staircase. Amidst the oppressive darkness of the attic, a sinister chuckle came from within the darkness. An evil presence materialized from the depths.

"Grandma," Sydney cried out. With hollow eyes and a wicked grin, Grandma lunged forward from the abyss. Her hair matted clinging to her exposed skull. At that moment, the candle slipped from her grasp, and the room plunged into darkness as her vengeful spirit drew near.