Creating a false narrative
Instead of unloading boxes, Ben returned down the ladder and closed the hatch behind him. The attic didn’t feel threatening, exactly, but there was something about those objects that made him uneasy. It was probably just insulation that broke from a larger slab. “The house is old; maybe they used curly balls of insulation like this back in the days,” he told himself to calm his thoughts.
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