GRANDMA'S HAUNTED ATTIC TALES

Every creepy summer night, Grandma would gather us close the fire and spin stories of her haunted attic. She’d sketch out scenes of groaning floorboards, wispy figures in the darkness, and whispers that sent goosebumps down our spines. Her gaze would glimmer with a mixture of apprehension and delight as she narrated these frightening incidents.