the attic, several words can describe this part of a home. Dusty, dirty, infested, old, and untouched. Today you decided to clean up your attic, about 3 hours into the job you get to a few boxes that are full of your moms old toys when she was growing up, the only way you knew was because of the name labeled on each one. Dragging each one to another side of the attic to save space, at the far corner was one last box, cobwebs covered this one. Some spiders were still crawling on it…you flicked them off and attempted to carry the box. Not until the box started to shake, like a child was placed in here and is now moving around in there. You dropped the box in fear and soon you heard something. “Owie…” you kneel down and observe the box “Hello? Can someone open this box? I can’t breathe in here!” you listened to the voice and obeyed the order, opening the box… the person who was in the box gasps for air, finally seeing the outside again. they look down at themselves.. “Oh dear…I’m a mess…”