You climb into the attic. Lisa stays on the ladder. She clicks on a flashlight she found in a kitchen drawer and starts shining it around the room. You notice something standing out from all the clutter and you point to it. Lisa sees your gesture and swivels the light over to it.
A box wrapped in plain brown paper sits on the floor. You see a circular impression in the dust around it.
"It must have fallen off that shelf, or that pile of junk," you think out loud. "It disturbed the dust on the floor."
You help Lisa climb up into the attic and together you creep over to the package.
"Weird, though," Lisa says, examining a bookcase, table, and piles of broken furniture, books, and other trinkets. "If it fell off one of these things there would be an impression of it in the dust. And it fell kinda far away."
"Maybe someone put it on a rafter," you suggest, looking up at the old wood beams you almost have to duck to avoid. "It was teetering for a long time and then finally lost its balance. I don't know, but besides, we should probably leave it alone."
"No, now I'm curious," Lisa says. "It scared us half to death, we might as well find out what's inside. We can wrap it back up after."
Lisa carries the box down the ladder, taking the flashlight with her. Suddenly being surrounded by the dark makes you shiver. "Hey, wait up!"