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.
A man walking out of a house | Source: Midjourney
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.
A surprised woman | Source: Midjourney
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
Sketches on a wall | Source: Midjourney
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.
A mural painted onto a wall | Source: Midjourney
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.
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Reba McEntire remembers the day she lost her band in a horrific plane crash 32 years ago
Reba McEntire won the Country Music Association’s “best singer” award four times in a row following her breakthrough in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Naturally, she is also honored with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
However, Reba has also had her fair share of personal traumas, so life has not always been easy for her, even with her amazing profession and wealth.
Reba’s mother Jacqueline, at 93 years old, lost her fight with illness in 2022.
She was completely prepared to pass away and had lived a lovely, long, and healthy life. The country music performer posted on social media, “The cancer may believe it has won the fight, but we’re giving God all the credit for choosing the time for her to go home to Him.”
Jacqueline McEntire’s desire of becoming a professional country singer was always realized when she taught Reba to sing, fulfilling her dream via her daughter.
We all know how much she loved us, and she left knowing how much love she had.Reba remarked, “We have so many amazing memories, but we’re going to miss her.
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Reba is well aware of the suffering associated with loss and grief.
Thirty-two years ago on March 16, she lost her tour manager in a horrific plane crash after a concert, along with seven other band members.
I recall that 1991 day. I heard about the crash on the radio as I was heading to work. I felt my heart skip a beat, thinking that Reba was on the plane too.
She wasn’t, though.
After playing in San Diego on March 16, 1991, Reba and her band were on their way to Fort Wayne, Indiana, for their next tour stop.
At the airport in San Diego, two flights were waiting; Reba, her husband, and manager spent the night in San Diego, while the band members and tour manager traveled on ahead.
Ten miles east of the airport, the first aircraft tragically met its demise.
Reba has frequently honored her deceased friends throughout the years.
She opened out about the day her band broke up in an emotional 2012 interview with Oprah Winfrey.
“Everyone on board was killed when the airplane’s tip struck a rock on the side of Otay Mountain,” McEntire said to Winfrey.
“Our pilot was contacted, and Narvel, Reba’s manager, went to meet with him to inform us of what had occurred. When Narvel returned to my hotel room at two or three in the morning, he informed me that one of the planes had crashed. I said, “Are they okay?” In his words, “I don’t think so.” “But you’re not sure?” I asked. I don’t think so, he said.
Reba remembered the events of the disaster, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Narvel was calling from room to room while holding a phone,” she started, stopping when tears welled up in her eyes. “I apologize, but even after 20 years, it seems like it will never stop hurting,” she remarked. But that chamber is visible to me. Narvel is moving back and forth, as I can see.
It’s been 32 years since the crash. She recently recalled the terrible events of that day by sharing a picture of her band on Instagram.
She shared another homage to her friends in 2020.
“I lost my pals in a plane tragedy 29 years ago today. It seems fitting that Mama passed away on that anniversary,” she writes.
“I am aware that they are all together in Heaven, looking out for one another. Let’s continue to look out for one another while we’re still on this planet and never take a moment for granted to spend with our loved ones.
Soon after, Reba’s admirers rallied behind the country music icon.
Many folks sent prayers and good vibes.
“Reba I’ve always admired your music, our mutual love of horses, and now that I follow you on Instagram.May God bless you and your mother. A fan wrote.
Reba showed once more this year, in 2023, that she still grieves the terrible loss of her pals and that she will never forget them.
She posted a video of the group performing together along with the message, “Their love for music and the stage gives us all the strength to go on.”
I apologize, Reba. You are an amazing woman; stay strong. You make so many people happy that there is a reason God has preserved you on this planet. Keep grinning!
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