Then I saw it.
A giant armoire in the back of the attic. I heard scuffles of feet running on the floor below me. It was now or never. With my heart pounding in my throat, I navigated over chests, picture frames, boxes and cable wire. Going over around a stack of boxes that touched the ceiling, I hit a lamp. I watched with horror as it toppled over. The thud it made was unmistakable; clearly something had fallen over in the attic. The scrambling downstairs stopped. I had minutes, maybe seconds. My knees buckled with anxiety and fear. My hands fumbled with door and my shoe scuffed the bottom of the armoire as I climbed inside.