Whats in the Attic?
I grew up in Cowiche in a house built around 1920. Nothing ever really bothered me about living there growing up, except the attic always bothered me. When I was about 12 or 13, my parents allowed me to move my bedroom upstairs. When you walk up the steep stairs, there is a small landing at the top and a bedroom on either side. Both bedrooms (east and west) have a door that lead to the attic that runs across the length of the house. My bedroom had some thick shag carpet at the time, and I also had one of those big dressers with the round mirror that you could sit in front of. I promptly put the dresser in front of the attic door just to make myself feel better.
One night I went downstairs to wash my face. My mom was washing dishes and my dad was sound asleep on the living room couch. I had no siblings so there was only us three in the house. About 20 minutes passed and I went back upstairs. You should understand that between the shag carpeting and the weight of that old dresser, it took two people to move it if I wanted to rearrange the bedroom. When I went back upstairs, the dresser was moved away from the attic door and the door was open about a foot to 18 inches.
I ran downstairs and asked my mom if she or dad had gone upstairs, and she said that they hadn't. Dad was still sound asleep on the couch. To top it off, and I have no idea if this has any correlation or not, but my deceased grandpa's army trunk was just inside that attic doorway. It had old army pictures, his coffin flag, much memorabilia...
To this day, I don't know if it was my grandpa. Was it paranormal? I don't know. But I do know that it would have taken human strength to move that dresser and there were not any people up there to make it happen.
