Marielle heard a scuffling sound next.

“That sounds as if it’s coming from right above my head now,” she whispered. “It’s in the attic, alright.”

It felt as if a cold hand was gripping her heart.

“Why is everything else in the house so quiet then?” she asked as she looked up at the hallway ceiling. “Grandma, is that you up there?” she called nervously.

“You’re running late for school!” Ethel called from downstairs.

“Was that sound ...