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I went into the kitchen, wondering if there was another loose board. I must have looked like a crazy person, slowly walking around the kitchen, pressing my foot down on various boards, jumping up and down, and even getting down on my hands and knees and pressing on them to see if they would give a little. I started to pull on one that seemed a little loose, but as it creaked, I realized I wasn't quite ready to tear up the entire floor looking for that tape.
I then proceeded to check all the cabinets to see if I could find it. Other than a few dusty cans of food no one would want to eat unless they were starving, and a jar of home made jam stuffed in the back of one of the cabinets, I didn't find much. I should have known it wouldn't have been that easy.
I walked through every room of the house, occasionally testing a squeaky board or two, and tried to look for any place someone might hide something. I even tried removing some of the vents. The only thing I found in those was that the vents hadn't been cleaned in years. Then I noticed, on the up stairs ceiling, a pull down door to the attic.
I felt a foreboding sense of dread as I climbed the ladder. It was almost pitch black, except for a bit of light from the sun coming through a shuttered window. Thin rays of light from the window barely illuminated the outline of few boxes in the corner. Next to them hung an old creepy clown marionette. It was one of the creepiest dolls I have ever seen. Something in me told me to give up, and forget the tape, but curiosity won me over. I was going to need a flashlight.