It was a dark and stormy night. The house was deadly silent except for the gentle scraping for the leaves blowing against the it. Mrs. Schitoffski was in the ballroom chatting to some of her friends about a beutiful red dress that was very old that had belonged to the Queen of England and that right now the blue dress she was wearing had belonged to her too.. Of course they didn't believe her. So she told them that she was going up to the attic to get the red one. She walked to the stairs that led to the attic, strangly there was something in the air. Like a presense of somebody long gone or a feeling of uneasiness. She walked up the stairs slowly in a sort of trance. She knew exactly where it was, it was hanging on a rack in the back of the attic. However she did not walk toward the back but instead headed straight for the middle where a large trunk was. She was compelled to open the lid of the trunk and she did. She leaned inside to see why a force had brought her to open the trunk. As her head tilted in closer the top suddenly slammed down throwing her into the trunk and the latch clicked shut. She was knocked uncouncious and never regained counciousness. She was trapped inside the trunk forever and eventully she suffocated and died. Mr. Schitoffski was so drunk that night that he didn't remember having a wife and forgot everything, and Mrs. Schitoffski's friends thought she had run off because she was lieing and counldn't face the shame of admitting it. Several generations pasted and finnaly there was one generation that had a young girl named Jennifer after the great-great aunt she never knew. She lived in the same house and one night exactly like the one on which Mrs.Schitoffski had died she invited a few friends over. One of them had brought and Oujii board a game where you sit in the dark and ask the ghosts to come and play or just ask them questions. Now eventully the story of Mrs. Schitoffski had before legend and then myth just something somebody had made-up along the road. However one of her friends Hannah was dead set on finding out if it was true after Jennifer had told them the story. She said the should use her Oujii board to see if the ghost of Mrs. Schitoffski was really here. She set down the Oujii board and turned out the lights. The board glowed a ghostly green color. She sat down next to it and said quietly. "Is the ghost of Mrs. Schitoffski in this house" the pointer slowly slowly spun to the word 'Yes' the girls shreiked with excitment. Hannah was the first to use words again. She asked the others if they wanted to go up to the attic and see is the trunk was there. They all agreed and so slowly they crept to the stair and walked up carefull not to make any squeeks. Once the reached the attic they searched around when finnaly they turned a corner to see a giant human-sized trunk. "MRS.SCHITOFFSKI!" Hannah shrieked. They walked up to it very carefully and quietly. The lock rusted by many ages of leaks and dampness fell apart as soon as they touched it. An awful smell came from the trunk. They slowly pried open the latch and opened the lid to reaveal, a skeleton wearing a faded blue dress exactly matching the description from the story. The girls shrieked and ran downstairs screaming all the way. After that the skeleton was removed from the trunk and giving a proper burial. However it is said that Mrs. Schitoffski's ghost still lurks in that house. The location of the house was forgotten but it is definitly in the USA it was also forgoten if it was a two story or a one story house. But the fact still remains that the trunk was left in the attic. So maybe you should search your attic. Maybe your house is haunted. Maybe if your name is Jennifer and your attic has a large trunk in it you should plan on sleeping in someone elses house on dark and stormy nights. _______________________________________________________________ There. How was that? Was it okay? Plz review as always.