What's in Your Attic? - Episode 1
by Evan Springhetti
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
That thudding.
Owen and Jen are lying in Jen’s bed.
There’s a thudding over their heads.
It’s from the ceiling.
Probably mice in the attic.
Just ignore it.
You always blow things way out of proportion.
If this is about you flirting with Lance…
I stand by my reaction.
That really hurt me.
Jen rolls her eyes.
The floorboard creaks and Owen sits up.
That sounds too heavy to be a mouse.
A raccoon then. Just chill.
I wanna check it out.
Of course you do. You’re way too nosy for your own good.
Can’t you leave anything alone?
Can’t you stop sticking your tongue down Lance’s throat?
Oh my god, it was one time!
Owen tosses off his blanket.
Whatever. I’m going up there.
Are you crazy?
My parents’ bedroom is right across the hall!
They’ll kill me if they know you’re over.
We can’t get caught.
Imagine that, getting caught doing something you’re not supposed to do…
Will you shut up with that?
If you hate me this much, why don’t you just dump me?
Owen winks.
Because then I’d be letting you off too easy.
He starts walking toward Jen’s bedroom door.
But then he stops.
He listens.
The sound is gone.
That was weird.
Yeah, but now it’s over.
Just come back to bed.
10 minutes later.
Jen whispers to Owen while they’re lying in the dark.
Did you really mean that?
What?
When you said that you’re only still dating me to, like…
Punish me?
What?! No, Jen of course not.
I was kidding.
Oh.
Don’t sound so disappointed.
Look, we obviously have a lot of crap to work through though.
We’ll do it. I’m not ruining my chance at prom king and queen.
Especially since YOU were the one who was cheating.
I don’t know, Owen…
You don’t know?
Jen sits up abruptly.
I’m sorry Owen, but this isn’t a big deal.
You need to stop blaming me.
Either get over it or break up with me.
Or I’ll break up with you.
Owen sits up too, crossing his arms in front of him.
He opens his mouth, about to respond—
When another, heavy thud pounds on the ceiling…
Harder than before.
It’s back!
Calm down.
Owen hops out of bed.
That’s it. I’m calling the police.
Owen takes out his phone and starts to dial.
Don’t.
Why not?
Just don’t!
IT COULD BE AN INTRUDER.
It’s not.
How do you know?
Just trust me, okay?
Trust you? That’s rich.
I’m calling the police.
STOP. That noise…
It’s my little brother, okay??
Owen stares at Jen, shocked by the news.
But…aren’t you an only child?
I was…
You TOLD me you were an only child.
Owen, it’s complicated.
He’s…different than other brothers.
But Owen doesn’t respond.
Instead, he strides toward the door and opens it.
And peeks out into the hall.
Oh God…
You keep a lock on the attic?
You don’t understand, Owen.
It’s for his own good.
This is insane. How are you okay with this?
This is your brother we’re talking about!
Well, he’s my half-brother.
My dad isn’t the father.
Who is?
There is no father…
What??
My mom had a fever the day she got pregnant.
She was in bed all day.
Wow, sounds like you got the cheating gene from your mom.
Owen, shut up with that.
Lance and I just kissed.
And it only happened ONCE.
Whatever. So your dad actually believed your mom?
My mom swears she’s never cheated.
And you know what? I believe her.
She said she had horrible fever dreams…
And that she saw the devil.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The thudding turns into a BANGING.
See! He doesn’t want me telling you the truth.
That your mom had a baby with the devil?
You don’t know how dangerous he is.
He’s a demon.
I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
Oh please.
No, seriously. As a toddler, he’d have these bad moods…
And when he did, the weather turned bad too…
Like the sky would go black and a big storm would happen.
That was probably just a coincidence.
It wasn’t! As he got older…
My mom would find dead birds under his pillow.
They called a priest in to examine him.
And the priest instantly knew something was off…
So he blessed the attic for us.
He said it’d keep my brother’s powers restrained…
As long as he never left it.
I’m telling you, that’s nothing but a bunch of coincidences.
Owen turns back into the room and grabs a bobby-pin from Jen’s dresser.
I’m meeting this kid.
Jen rolls her eyes. A tiny smile creeps out from the corner of her mouth.
The smile quickly disappears as she clenches her hands into fists.
I knew you’d be like this.
That’s why I never told you before.
You always have to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.
Jen, come on. Let’s not go back to that.
This is about your brother now.
And I know little kids can be cruel…
But they’re not evil.
You don’t understand.
He’s NOT a kid.
Owen leaves the room. Jen follows him down the hall.
Owen grabs a string from the ceiling and unfolds the ladder to the attic.
He climbs up to the spot where the opening is sealed.
There’s a silver lock with a cross on it, holding the entrance closed.
Owen, stop it.
He’s just a kid, Jen.
Owen puts the bobby pin and paperclip in the lock. He fiddles with it.
And then he hears a click.
There we go…
She takes in a deep breath and starts to mutter some words.
Brother, I summon thee…
Jen, what are you saying?!
Just some incantations someone taught me.
For my brother.
I’m trying to help.
But in the dark, Owen can’t see the excitement in Jen’s eyes.
He turns back to the attic door and pushes it open.
Dust falls all around him.
Jen holds the ladder at its base.
Wouldn’t want you to fall…
Owen sticks his head up into the attic.
Hello…
Are you in here?
Nothing but silence fills the space.
Owen turns back to Jen.
Have you just been messing with me this whole time?
But then something grabs Owen and yanks him inside.
Jen scrambles up the ladder and shuts the door, replacing the lock.
10 minutes later.
Jen lies in bed, alone, eating ice cream.
She grabs her phone and dials.
911, what’s your emergency?
Yeah, hi, my name is Jennifer Riddick.
I live at 85 Culver Circle.
I’m afraid something happened to my friend.
He said he was going to come over tonight.
But he hasn’t shown up.
And his car’s outside my house.
He’s not in the car?
No.
When did you notice the car?
Just now.
I’m afraid something’s happened to him.
We’re sending a unit out to you, Jennifer.
Stay inside and keep the doors locked until they get there.
I will. Thank you.
Jen hangs up.
Above her, Jen hears loud banging.
Owen yells from the attic.
JEN. GET ME OUT OF HERE.
OH GOD. JEN. JEN.
Jen shakes her head, muttering under her breath.
Always putting his nose where it doesn’t belong.
She thinks about texting Lance.
But instead, she puts on her headphones…
Drowns out Owen’s final words with a breakup song…
And relishes in another victory.
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