It was Camila’s turn to tidy up part of the attic. She hit her old knapsack a few times to loosen the layer of dust on it, then placed it beside the brown briefcase.
“This way, this way,” she heard a muffled voice say. She looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She looked at the briefcase and noticed it was slightly open.
Camila put it flat on the floor and pushed it open before quickly backing away. When nothing came out, she leaned forward a bit to see what was inside. There was a stone staircase leading down somewhere.
“Am I saving you a piece?” a voice called from beyond the stairs, as the smell of apple pie wafted upwards.
Her stomach began to growl. She would just check really quickly what was going on and then come right back.
She grabbed her knapsack and threw in a few things, just in case. She stepped into the briefcase and went down the stairs.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs…