[Arthur gave a smile in return. Well at least he's not alone. He's got his little gal with him after all. Reaching the top he opened the dark door to the attic.

It was a large desolate room. Webs and dust decorated the area. Everything was covered in sheets and the only light that came out was a small window.

Arthur looked around as he breathed, taking the courage to pull away one of the sheets before he winced. Looking down. There he found some old items. They looked like wedding items. He was quiet as he lifted a painted portrait of his parents, before setting it back down and picking up some of jewelry was left on the table.]

Well...

This place can't possibly be haunted.

After all it has good memories in here for my family.