The cobwebs danced in the moonlight, as the spiders silently spun their tales in the nothingness of the attic. And with a creak, scattered, as their old and creaky intruder swept through.
The luminosity of a single lantern cast shadows ‘round the room, adding to those already portrayed by the tiny round window high on the wall. The old woman then brushed off the webs and turned, closing the attic door as not to disturb the other occupants of her home. She gently set her lantern down, and knelt.
Silently, she reached for the wooden box hidden beneath the oak stained floorboards. The old woman smiled to herself as she fingered the moldings of the case and opened the lid, disturbing the silence of the attic. Inside were numerous photographs and an old camera. Picking up a single photo, a memory seemed to stare back at her, as she remembered how she sat there… and had a pleasant conversation with no one.
BLEH! Bad opening! Dx that was supposed top be my story for Photo... but it was SO BORING! I figured I'd store it in here just in case... but i probably won't EVER use that again -_-;; Opinions? Hate mail!? Rotten tromatoes? xD Throw 'um at me! I can take it! >:3
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