Slowly she reached forward and opened the door to the attic. She looked round the door into the room. There was a window on the right. It was open. "Who opened the window?" Emma saked herself. "Charlie,maybe."
Emma went into the room and reached over to close the window. Suddenly, there was a loud noise right outside the window.Emma jumped back, eyes wide open, and watched a bird fly away from a tree just near the window. "Silly me!" Said Emma to herself. "It was just a bird." Then she said it again. "It was just a bird. Don't be stupid, Emma," actually speaking the words this time to make herself feel better. She her heart was still going fast.
Feeling better, she began to look round the room. There was something strange about it. There were a lot of old chair under the window. The window-cleaning shirt was clean, the books and papers were tidy. Then she realized why the room felt strange.
"That's it!" She thought. "Everywhere else in the house is very dirty. But this room isn't. It's clean. And I didn't even start to clean and the others, not?"
She walked round the room. She looked behind the chair. There were some pretty dried flower behind the chair. Emma picked them up. She looked round again with het back to the window. Her back felt cold as she noticed once again the clean and tidy room. "Why?" She thought. "Who did this? Not me. Not Charlie. And why this room? What was important about this room?" Again a cold feeling of fear moved up her back. She looked round the room. It was just a normal room but it did feel strange in some way. She couldn't say how, but something was not quite right. It was almost as if someone was living there.