It was a quiet and boring summer day in Toronto. I had recently just moved here from New York to be closer to family and because of a job offer that I recently got. I was beyond thrilled when I learned that I had gotten the job. However, for today I was finishing unpacking a few of the boxes that were still left in my new bedroom. The window was open and I could hear the bird talking amongst themselves along with the other critters that lived in the woods just behind my parent’s house. I heard a door open which meant that my mother was either leaving or just returning home from her day of errands. “Katherine! I’m leaving for the day I’ll be back tonight!” My mother shouted from the front door and I called back to her letting her know that I had heard her. I decided to do some exploring considering I had nothing else to do for the day, and I had the whole house to myself, which was even more exciting. I pick myself up off of my comfy bed and walk out of my room adventuring around the house and spending most of my time looking at old family photos of my family that I had forgotten about over the years since living in New York. I decided to finally venture into the attic, a place I used to be terrified of and oddly enough, I still kind of am. I reach up and pull down the stars that lead up to the attic, being startled by some things falling. I take a deep breath and push my wavy black hair over my shoulder before climbing up the stairs, telling myself in by head to be brave and that it was only an attic. After making my way up the few stairs I wiggle my way into the tight space forgetting that I was clearly much bigger and taller now than I was 15 years ago. I reach over and yank on the chain turning on the light. The light only lights up part of the attic but it was just enough to look through a few of the boxes that were drenched in dust that had collected over the years. I wiggle and adjust myself to sit against a wall scouring through the boxes only to find old pictures and family heirlooms that had been sitting there. While rummaging through the boxes a creaking noise echoes through the attic causing me to jump. I look around seeing nothing there, just a few old wooden chairs that used to belong to my grandmother. I shrug off the weary feeling that suddenly washed over me, returning my attention to the belongings in the box sitting in front of me. I pull out an old photo album opening it and looking through it seeing much older pictures of people who I assume are my parents and their parents when they were younger. I smile looking through them seeing all of the memories that they had made over the years, seeing just how happy that they were with their friends and family. I smile flipping the page hearing music playing, sounding like it was coming from a music box. Knowing I was not the one that turned it on, I look around cautiously. I move things around searching for the source of the music, sighing when I cannot find it right away. I move a box as a rat dashes across the old wood floor startling me. I yelp moving back knocking over some of the boxes and things fall on my, including the music box that the music was coming from. I sigh picking up the old metal box clicking it off before setting it down, deciding that I have had enough attic adventures for one day. The rest of the day was spent telling my mother about my findings in the attic, and the fact that there is also a rat running around the house as well.