"I think we should get out,"

Hannah looked at John and nodded.

Just when they were about to put their foot forward, Hannah shrieked, "What's that?"

"What's what, Hannah?"

"Didn't you see that?" Hannah asked pointing towards the open door. "Someone just went past us!"

"Your mind must be playing games. There's no one except for us."

"Trust me! Someone just ran past the door! I-I don't know what it was but trust me. It wasn't a shadow or a body."

"Let's get out of here." John held Hannah by her wrist with sweaty and trembling hands.

When they had reached the dining area, Hannah suddenly stopped. "John, where are the broken pieces of the vase?" The broken pieces which laid on the floor had suddenly disappeared and when John looked around, he saw that the same vase stood on the dining table unbroken and unscratched.

"I'm telling you, Hannah, it's getting weirder and weirder. Let's -"

"Wait, we haven't searched in Nick's room."

"Really? After all this and what we saw back there, you still want to go up there?"

"John, if we back out now, all our work, everything we went through, every death will go to waste. We came here to look for clues and we cannot go back without getting one."

John thought about all that Diana had done and what deadly things she could do if they cannot stop her. Hannah was right. They cannot go without the third stone or at least some clue. It had to be in the house, somewhere.

Hannah and John made their way through the creaky, old, wooden stairs covered in spider webs to Nick's room. To their surprise, the door was already opened as if someone or something opened it up for welcoming the two. With their hearts beating and mouth almost dried out of anxiety and fear, they entered.

It was a complete shift to what they had witnessed downstairs. The faint moonlight through the dusty window glass illuminated the room just about enough to see a bed, neatly covered with the covers tugged tight, little wooden toys were sitting in a row, a little desk, and everything that any ordinary child's room should look like.

Hannah shone a flashlight to the desk and opened its lid. There was a puzzle book and a fourth-grade math homework sheet. She was about to close the lid when she felt something under her fingers - something was etched on the back of the lid. She dusted it off with her hand and blew the dust. A cloud of dust caused her to cough feeling as if a cat's hair got stuck in her throat. She moved the light closer to the writing. 'Wish I had friends' was engraved in messy writing. She felt bad, pity, and sympathized with Nick. Reading that, she felt lucky that at least she had Emily to go through ups and downs. You'll get fine, Emily, I promise.

Hannah was pulled from her thoughts by the rattling noises that came from behind her. She turned and saw her brother's face hanging from the ceiling, upside-down through a little door.

"Hannah, come up in the attic."

Hannah followed John's footsteps and climbed the stairs that led to the attic opening. With a little pull from her brother she crawled and then stood on her feet.

It was pitch dark like they had been swallowed in eternal darkness. Hannah and John took out their phones and shone the light through the attic what appeared to them as a never-ending attic. It was packed with boxes, old and broken stuff, and other things that they couldn't figure out.

"It would take like forever to search here!" Hannah exclaimed.

"C'mon, it's the only place left. We cannot give up our hopes. "

They began opening up the boxes and looking through the objects. Their hands were getting all dusty and covered with webs, their clothes were all covered in dirt and they were coughing due to the dust clouds but they didn't care as their minds were set to only one thing - the third stone or any clue - anything that would help them.

"Did you say something?" Hannah looked at the other end of the attic where John was searching for a pile of old and broken objects.

"Nope."

Strange, I thought I heard something.

"Did you find any-"

A faint sobbing sound stopped him.

"Ok, I definitely heard that." He gulped a fear of saliva.

Suddenly through the dark, in front of them, a ball moved toward them, bouncing up and down. Its sound echoed through the quietness of nothing but the kids' fearful breaths. They moved closer and grabbed each other. The ball bounced and rolled just a few inches past them. Suddenly, the sobbing sound got louder behind them as the temperature of the attic began to drop, down.

Their first instinct was to look behind but then their survival instinct told them to run unless they want to die stupidly by turning back. Without having any second thought, they ran as fast as they could away from the attic.

Upon getting down from the attic, running out of the room, and getting downstairs, they fell to their knees to try to recompose their breaths which they were running out of.

"Jo-Jo-John," Hannah said catching her breath. "What's in your hands?"

Hannah sat there in shock and mouthed, "Oh, no," after seeing what it was.