As you dump the boxes in a corner something catches your eye.
The moonlight reflects off the lock on an old dusty box. Next to it are a few other books and some open boxes.
“You guys! Check this out” you bellow to your friends who come up to see what your making all this noise about.
One of the books is left open – yet covered in dust.
You pick up the open book as your friends clamber up the ladder into the loft.
You blow the dust off the book to read it. A shiver runs down your spine.
“Oh no…” you whisper “This was a mistake…”