One morning I heard a sound, it sounded like water dripping. It was raining the day before; I didn't think much of it. When my friend Connor came over, he looked disgusted. He told me that something smelled weird, like rotten corpse. I told him that it was just his imagination. Days went by and a puddle formed in my house. Neighbors were now bothered by the smell; it was getting worse. I have a brother named Jaden, he's very quiet. Jaden stays in the attic all day; he likes being alone all the time. Fast forward a few days, and now there's a pool. Buckets filled with weird liquid that smells horrid. Connor came by again, this time he was concerned, he wanted to fix the problem. I took him to the attic to go check out the problem. I let him go first. As soon as he walks in, he gets a smell, the same smell he sensed a few weeks ago. He turned on his flashlight covering his nose from the smell. He yells out for Jaden, but no response. The attic was very big, it even had a room. When Connor entered the room, the door to the attic shut loudly, Connor starts to scream. Now that it's over, time to find new friends.