Then he put the phone away and went looking for the attic door.

I closed the attic door and moved toward the staircase.

He opened the attic door, swept the small space with a quick glance.

She opened the attic door and started up the steps.

But no one had passed through that attic door for months.

Through the open attic door I heard footsteps above me.

She started forward, then glanced back at the open attic door.

They opened the attic door and looked carefully at the steps leading down.

Moments later, the attic door slowly opens on its own.

I pulled open the attic door and leaned into the darkness.