I’ve been feeling quite uneasy since we’ve moved in here. The house feels a little bit off. I didn’t pay attention to it at first, after all it’s better to get busy working than to overthink about things that aren’t even worth it… or at least, that’s what I thought.

There were some boxes that had to be put away in the attic because they’re not things we usually use, like photo albums, paintings or other old stuff. So my mom told me to take them down to the attic and, unlike my old house, this one had the attic underground. So I had to take some of the boxes and open the little door to go down the stairs that lead to the underground entrance.

The little door seemed to be pretty old and badly damaged by the old owner, but I didn’t want to ask so I just turned on the lights to go down the reinforced concrete stairs. Even though the door from the first floor was quite small, the one down was really big. I think three big men could fit without even forcing it.

I have to say I was a bit nervous to get into it but I pulled all my courage together and opened the door.

Wow.

The room looked antique, there was a lot of shelves, specially bookshelves, some of them even had books on them. Everything was so dust and mysterious, that I had to inspect all the place.

I started with the shelves, they had some hand-made designs engraved on the sides. The one I most liked had little snakes around a stick, pretty extravagant. Then I went to the bookshelves, they had many different books of different sizes and forms. The only thing they had in common was the fact that they all were binded with leather.

After an instant of checking the last bookshelf, I found my favorite English classic. It was not easy to find and was pretty expensive, but there it was. I couldn’t help but smile a bit, I didn’t think I would find it here and it was so beautiful… soft leather and gold letters on the cover to show the title. I was going to grab it, I wanted to grab it, but before I could, a sound came out from the wall besides of the shelf. I gasped out of my own surprise and exaltation, but then I realized what it was.

Next to the last shelf of the room, at the corner of all the attic, there was a little door. It was even smaller than the one from the underground entrance and quite elegant. It was the best conserved thing in the room, it didn’t have even a single molecule of dust and the wood looked perfectly varnished. I think I was a bit too wrapped up with the mysteries of the attic to back away so I just opened it, without any doubt.

There was only one thing into the small space behind the door: a VHS. I took it carefully, it was old and heavy.

Before I could get any closer look, something fell off one of the shelves and I turned around, because I thought there was someone else in the room.

- Hello? -

But the only sound I could hear was the faint echo of my voice answering my call. Anyway, it was useless, hearing an echo is the only time when someone talks back to you but you get no answer.

I checked around to make sure there was no one else in the attic, holding the VHS close to my chest. But when I got in the same spot I started checking, the corner where the little door was, I couldn’t find nothing but the wall. Beautifully painted, limp and without any imperfection. Like if the door I saw never existed… but the VHS was still in my hands, wasn’t it?