The attic door creaked open before me. In the isolated darkness of the attic, I felt something rustling. As I moved deeper into the lingering darkness, a foul odor invaded my nostrils. After minutes of total silence, something began to awaken. Suddenly everything became grimmer and colder. Looking down, I saw the moth-eaten carpets and spiders crawling all over the floor. This place had obviously not been maintained like it used to be: dust covering every surface, cobwebs and towering piles of newspapers. In the distance I saw a hand still, but then it moved. Either way: it was going to burst. After a few minutes, he said he was mixing more viciously. Then it started to break through. In seconds, it destroyed the wardrobe. However, little did I know that being me, newspapers were on the verge of collapse. They came to tear me open like a tiger fiercely tearing the flesh of its prey. As I regained my balance to stand up, I saw him. I saw the tall figure rising before my eyes. It was; thick black hair that accompanied his dull personality, ...