When Ella hears strange noises coming from her attic while her husband, Aaron, is away, she fears the worst. But nothing could prepare her for the shocking discovery of her mother-in-law, Diane, hiding upstairs… What is going on?
It all started about a month ago, right after my husband, Aaron, left for a weeklong work trip. I’d never minded being alone in our cozy suburban house before, until the noises started.
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At first, it was just the occasional soft thud from above. I brushed it off, telling myself the house was just settling. And if I’m being honest, our attic wasn’t really an attic.
It was a room on the third floor that had large windows that Aaron and I had boarded up when we moved in, and there was a thin balcony with a staircase leading to the ground floor.
We assumed that it was a sunroom or an art studio before we moved in.
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I always planned on turning the space into something for myself, but the opportunity just never presented itself.
I heard another sound, and my breath caught. Old houses creak, right? Maybe a squirrel or two had found their way into the attic. But then, the sounds became more frequent, and more… human.
Whispering, faint but unmistakable.
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One night, lying in bed scrolling through my phone, I heard it.
There it was, a low, guttural moan. My stomach twisted, my breath catching in my throat.
This wasn’t a squirrel. No way.
I grabbed my phone and texted Aaron immediately.
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I think something, or someone, is in the attic!
His reply was just as immediate:
Ella, it’s probably nothing. I’ll check when I get back.
His casual response annoyed me. How could he be so dismissive?
I resolved to ignore the noises, telling myself I was overreacting.
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But a few days later, when I was getting ready for bed, I heard footsteps. Like real, heavy footsteps above me.
That was the breaking point. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for Aaron to come home anymore. What was the point? There could have been someone sleeping under the same roof as me the entire time! I no longer felt safe.
Grabbing the baseball bat we kept in the garage for emergencies, I texted him again, letting him know I was going up to investigate.
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His response chilled me to the bone.
Ella, please, love. Wait for me to check the attic. It’s really important that I do it.
Why wouldn’t he want me to go up there? What did he know? My mind spun with questions. Was he hiding something? Was I in danger?
Was someone squatting in our home?
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Despite the knot tightening in my stomach, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed to know for myself.
With every creaky step up the narrow staircase, my heart pounded harder. I gripped the bat like it was my lifeline and pushed open the door to the attic.
The sight in front of me made me freeze.
There she was. My mother-in-law, Diane!
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She was standing in the middle of the attic, dressed in a nightgown and robe, holding a paintbrush like a deer caught in headlights.
“What on earth are you doing here?” I shrieked, almost falling over my own feet. “Why did you moan? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
What was going on? Seriously.
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Diane’s face flushed with embarrassment as she dropped the brush and held up her hands.
“Ella! Calm down! It’s not what you think!”
“Not what I think? I don’t even know what I think, Diane! You’re living in my attic?”
She sighed and rubbed her temples, muttering under her breath.
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“I knew this was going to happen, but Aaron just doesn’t listen. Just… just sit down for a second. I’ll explain everything.”
I didn’t move, still gripping the bat, as if for moral support.
My mother-in-law was an assertive woman who rarely seemed fazed by anything. Seeing her look this sheepish was unsettling. After a beat, I slowly lowered myself onto a dusty box, keeping my eyes on her.
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“Okay, look,” she began, her voice tinged with guilt. “Your husband is going to kill me for ruining the surprise. But you deserve to know, Ella. Aaron’s been working on something special for you!”
I raised my eyebrow.
“What kind of special involves you squatting in my attic? Are you the new resident ghost?”
She winced.
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“I’m not squatting! Aaron wanted to create a space for you. Like… a space where you could finally turn your baking hobby into something more. He decided to renovate the attic into a studio.”
That caught me off guard.
“What? A studio?”
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“For your dream, Ella,” she said, gesturing around the room. “Look, this is an attic where we would be able to cook or bake up here. There’s enough room. Aaron wanted to surprise you with a space where you could bake, experiment, and maybe even start selling your creations. But he’s been terrible with design! So he asked me to come over and help. Every day, after you leave for work, I come in and oversee the contractors.”
“Contractors?” I asked.
I felt stupid. Diane was saying things, but my brain just wasn’t processing any of it.
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“Yes, contractors. We’ve sorted out the plumbing so that you’ll have a fully functional kitchen. The electricians are coming in next week to sort out the plugs. And I’ve been coming in to decorate and paint and all those cute things…”
Aaron and Diane had been hiding this? Also, how had I not noticed any of it? Was I seriously that aloof?
“But why stay here?” I asked, still suspicious. “In the attic?”
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“In the studio, you mean?” she said. “I wasn’t actually staying here full-time. I just kept coming and going through the balcony and the staircase on the side. I didn’t want to keep dropping by and risk you catching on.”
“And the moaning and groaning?” I asked.
Diane bit her lip, looking truly mortified.
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“I completely underestimated how tough this would be on my back. The moans were me… stretching, darling.”
I stared at her, trying to reconcile the bizarre reality in front of me. Slowly, I took in the space. The attic, though still a work in progress, was beautiful.
The huge windows were cleaned, all the dust and grime removed, and I could imagine the light streaming in during the day. It would be perfect.
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I took in the half-painted walls which bore whimsical murals of cupcakes and rolling pins. Sketches were pinned everywhere, showing shelves for ingredients, a central island for prep work, and a cozy sitting area by the windows.
Pinned on one board was a blueprint with a title in Aaron’s handwriting:
Ella’s Baking Studio
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My throat tightened.
“This is really for me?” I asked.
Diane nodded, her face softening.
“He wanted you to have a space where you could do what you love. He’s been feeling guilty about how busy he’s been with work. He thought this would show how much he appreciates everything you do.”
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I sat there in stunned silence as tears pricked my eyes.
Days of paranoia, thinking there was some dark secret lurking in our attic… only to find this?
A gift born from love and thoughtfulness?
Later that evening, Aaron called. I could hear the tension in his voice when he spoke.
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“Ella, please tell me that you didn’t go up there. I’ll ask Kevin from next door to check.”
“I did,” I admitted. “Aaron… I don’t even know what to say.”
There was a beat of silence, followed by a soft laugh.
“Well, there goes the surprise.”
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“I don’t deserve this,” I admitted.
“According to whom?” he asked. “You’re the glue that holds our family together, Ella. This is just my way of showing you how much I love you. And that you don’t have to stay at your job if you don’t want to. This can be your new start.”
When Aaron came home a few days later, we all worked together to finish the studio. Diane proved invaluable; her eye for décor was something else.
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The space turned out better than I could have imagined. Every time I step into that sun-kissed studio, surrounded by shelves lined with jars of baking delights, I’m reminded of the love that went into it.
Diane and I have grown closer since that day, though I still tease her about the “attic residency” moment in our lives.
Sometimes, life’s twists aren’t about shocking betrayals or sinister secrets; they’re about uncovering the quiet, unexpected ways the people around us show their love.
A beautiful baking studio | Source: Midjourney
Brenda thought her marriage to a widower would be her chance to build a loving, blended family. But when her young stepson insists his “real mom” is still living in their house, strange occurrences and hidden secrets force Brenda to question everything she thought she knew about her new family.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
After A Teacher Corrected A Student’s Test, The Whole Town Wanted Her Fired
Pennsylvania father Chris Piland was appalled to see what his second-grader’s teacher had written on a paper that the student had turned in. In addition to bullying Piland’s young child, the instructor tried to make him feel foolish and humiliate him in front of his peers—exactly the opposite of what educators should be doing if they are committed to helping pupils learn.
What action did the teacher then take? The word “absolutely pathetic” was scribbled over the tiny boy’s assignment. Piland is now asking for the teacher’s termination due to the disrespectful remark.
Because they are employed at Valley View Elementary School, the teacher takes pleasure in getting paid on a regular basis. However, they have recently come under fire for misusing their authority over the children. Piland discovered that the teacher isn’t doing their job, in addition to learning that the teacher finds his young son’s intelligence to be “absolutely pathetic.”
The instructor has already been announced as Alyssa Rupp Bohenek. She wrote her remarks using a red pen, a symbol of subpar work from pupils. The entire sentence said:
How pathetic! In just three minutes, he responded to thirteen questions! wistful She grimaced in response to that.
The purpose was to determine the number of subtraction problems the second graders could complete. The teacher gave the class three minutes to finish them, and she was horrified to see that Piland’s son, who had the lowest performance in the class, could only finish thirteen of them.
Piland called Bohenek out for her animosity after she uploaded the assignment’s photo online.
“My son, Kamdyn’s teacher, has been so cruel to him and me for the entire year. That someone would write this on a child’s assignment and then bring it home enrages me beyond measure. Adorable source of inspiration,” he said next the image.
Piland didn’t want the teacher to get away with her crime against his child, so he started an online petition to try and have her fired so she could no longer abuse her position over any other young second-grade pupils.
The outrage compelled Rose Minniti, the superintendent of schools, to respond. She stated that she was informed about the test last week and that she has already set up a meeting with the teacher who is accused to investigate the allegations and decide if firing the teacher is the appropriate course of action.
According to Minniti, social media won’t affect how this personnel case turns out. The proof and the facts will decide it. We constantly try to strike a balance between the needs of the kids and the requirements to safeguard the worker who is the focus of the inquiry.
Bohenek has worked at the elementary school since 2013. Has she gotten tired of looking after the little children already? Based on the look of her response, it appears that she is over it.
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