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[sid] => 113579
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Attic Secrets.
[time] => 2006-01-22 06:20:32
[hometext] => Look in your attic it might surprise you bern
[bodytext] => It was dusty up in the attic no one had been up there in years. Pieces of old furniture, boxes and rolls of linoleum. In one corner there were piled on top of one another four very old looking sea trunks. The bottom one was beginning to break apart from the weight of the other three chests. On one side of the attic were clothes hanging on a piece of pipe that had been fixed between two roof struts. In the roof at some time or another a ceiling type of window had been fixed in place this let in just enough light so that one could see what was in the attic. It took a few minutes until my eyes became used to the darkness. I had wanted to clean the attic for years but had never gotten around to doing so. I decided to go downstairs to get a hand lamp you know a lamp that one plugs into a socket with a plug then a long cable and then the lamp. Coming back up the stairs I plugged in the lamp and shone the light around in the attic. It was as I have described but there was one exception. The walls did not seem as long as the house. This could not be. I walked the length of the attic and then realised that a wall had been built partitioning the room into two separate parts. I must admit I was intrigued my house had a secret room. It took me nearly an hour to find the door to the second room. It had been very carefully built and I could see no cracks or crevices that would let me see its outline. Then I felt rather that saw it a small piece of brick that jutted out of the wall by about a quarter of an inch. I pressed this and a small opening appeared with a deep groaning sound it had obviously not been opened in a very long time. I pushed my lamp through the opening and ducked my head to get through the small door. The room was not very big but there was a bed and a table with two chairs and a cupboard. The room was covered in dust but someone at some time or another very carefully made the bed. I stood and moved the lamp to lighten up each corner of the room. Then I went to the cupboard and opened it wide. Inside were a number of books that were very old. I opened the books one after another. I was disappointed as all of the books were written in Latin. I myself am no scholar but we had a Library in town and I knew the Librarian could speak and read this language. It was as I was going to leave the cupboard that I noticed a fragment of paper. I gently pulled on the paper and a small hidden drawer opened. In the drawer were two pieces of jewellery it looked very old. I carefully placed them with the piece of paper in my pocket and left the secret room. I would look it over more thoroughly at another time. In the open attic I looked around quickly then decided to go and make myself a cup of tea before I did anything else. The dusty attic had somehow made me thirsty and the Jewellery well I was just being nosy. I made my tea and took the piece of paper out of my pocket and the two brooches. In the daylight of my modern Kitchen I could see clearly that there was some writing on the paper. The writing was very small and looked as if it had been written by a child. I took my magnifying glass from the drawer and looked carefully at the writing. The little note was from a Fairy child that had been held prisoner in the old house and the Jewellery was for the person or persons that would take a message to the Fairy Queen and tell her that the Fairy had been turned into a picture that was hidden in one of the trunks in the attic. I read and reread the message a few times and decided to go into the Forest and place the whole matter in the most capable hands of Queen Feeana. I placed the scrap of paper with the childish hand writing in my pocket with the two brooches and went off to the woods. I met a Fairy and told her that I must see Her Majesty as soon as possible because I just knew that some harm had been done to a Fairy. The Fairy whispered to a sparrow that flew off immediately. Then with a flash of light and a small whiff of smoke her Majesty Feeana appeared. I showed Her Majesty the note and the two brooches. The brooches she recognised they had once belonged to her grandmother who had given them to a Fairy for her help in some matter of state. Taking my hand the Queen spoke in the old language and we were both up in my old attic. I opened the first trunk but there were just old clothes in it. Try the bottom one. Her majesty had spoken in my mind in picture form. I pushed the other two trunks on one side then opened with a piece of iron the trunk that was falling to pieces. Inside were many interesting things to be seen but we both only had eyes for a picture. Then we saw the picture it was a silver frame with a small Fairy posing as if for her photograph to be taken. Her Majesty waved her wand and out of the picture stepped the Fairy. She curtsied to the Queen and smiled at me. Then she told her story, while painting the flowers in the springtime of, human reckoning, eight hundred and ten she had been so engrossed in her work that she had not seen the Witch that cast a spell on her and took her home to her house. For hundreds of years she was the captive and servant to the Witch. One day the witch fell ill and this gave the fairy the opportunity to write the small note and get into the picture. As the Witch got better she thought that the Fairy had taken advantage and run away from her. She did not even look at the picture but threw it into the old trunk. It has been taken from one house to another right down through the years. No one had opened it and no one had found the clues of the brooches and the paper in the secret drawer until I became nosy and looked through the attic. The Fairy was taken back to the Forest and was welcomed by all of the little folk. A big feast was held and the celebrations lasted three whole days and night. The brooches are still in my possession. The attic is now a modern flat I had the builders in to renovate the house and to build a flat up in the attic. The Witch died at the time of the pest that ran through Europe all her spells could not save her. The Fairy is happy with all of her friends the Little Folk. I did hear that she was soon to be married to her Fairy boy friend that had never forgotten her all through the years. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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