Dochyel stood very stiffly at the bottom of the old stairs that lead up to the attic. He held a large serving spoon that was stained with spaghetti in his right hand. In his left hand he firmly held one of his mothers cast iron lids to her frying pan. On his head he sported a metal spaghetti strainer. He was prepared to face anything that was up there. He looked up the chipped stairs, …showed first 75 words of 718 total…

…showed last 75 words of 718 total…were probably mom and dad too." Dochyel was shocked to hear this. His sister led him out of the attic and put way all his utensils. He could swear there was a monster lived up here. That night he went to bed and heard the noises again, but He knew this time that it was his mom and dad, until they came in to give him a hug and a kiss good night! Bibliography (none)