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passage 1. as soon as i opened the door, i sensed something mysterious. i stood in front of the stairs leading up to the attic of grandma's old house. i could see particles of floating dust in the narrow ray of light shining down the steep stairway from above. "it's only an attic," i told myself, but the butterflies in my stomach didn't listen.

2. grandma had asked me to find her old sewing box. she hadn't sewn anything in years, but she wanted to mend an old quilt her mother had made for er when grandma was my age. the box was somewhere in the nooks and crannies of her cobweb-draped attic.

3. as i slowly climbed the attic stairs, i felt a musty breeze touch my face, a tiny, broken window allowed a sliver of light cut through the darkness, illuminating a string hanging from a single light bulb mounted on the low ceiling. when i pulled the cord, a dull, yellow light revealed the jumbled contents of the attic.

4."ah! " i jumped nervously as i found myself in front of a headless mannequin wearing an old, dusty cloak. just beyond the headless dress dummy were several large boxes, each carefully taped and labeled. on top of the boxes was an assortment of old objects. on the other side of the stairs, an orderly row of dusty black suitcases with old-fashioned leather straps and metal buckles waited for the next time they would be of use. behind these, barely visible in the dark recess formed by the sloped ceiling, was a large trunk. it was very dusty and obviously old.

5. as soon as i saw the trunk, my mind filled with images of forgotten treasures secreted away by someone long ago. i wanted to find grandma's sewing box, but even more i wanted to open that trunk and discover to my knees on the wooden floorboards and gripped the front edge of the rounded lid. i pushed with all my might but it didn't budge. leaning bak on my heels, i squinted in the dim light searching for what prevented me from opening my treasure chest. on the front of the chest, a metal plate with a rusty keyhole in its center held the lid tightly to the base.

6. my wave of disappointment was interrupted by my grandmother's faint voice floating up the stairs from the floor below. "is everything ok? "

7. "just looking for your sewing box, grandma," i shouted back.

8. looking around quickly, i spotted grandma's sewing box among the clutter. casting a quick glance over my shoulder at the locked trunk, i climbed down the stairs, leaving the attic and its undiscovered treasures behind.

9. "i'm so happy that you were able to find it," grandma said, taking the box from my hands, "that attic is so cluttered, i was afraid my sewing box would be lost forever. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother," she said, looking up from sorting through the contents of the box to give me an apologetic glance.

10. "not at all, grandma," i said, smiling slightly. then i told her about the trunk and asked if she knew what was in it. sensing my anticipation, grandma closed her sewing box and looked at me thoughtfully.

11. "that trunk sounds interesting," she said, her eyes shining with curiosity. "why don't we investigate? i have some old keys down in the kitchen, and i have long since forgotten what they open."

12. in a cluttered drawer in the kitchen, we discovered a vey large key, like the kind that were made when locks were a new invention. i grabbed it an eagerly rushed back up the stairs.

13. i inserted the key into the rusty lock and turned. nothing happened. another wave of disappointment welled up inside me, but this time pushing the key all the way in and holding the lock while turning it. to my surprise, it opened with a groan.