I Discovered My MIL Living in Our Attic — What She Was Hiding Shocked Me
Ella is terrified of the worst possible outcome when she discovers that her attic is producing unusual noises while her husband, Aaron, is gone. There was nothing that could have adequately prepared her for the unexpected revelation that her mother-in-law, Diane, was lurking upstairs… What exactly is going on here?
It all began approximately one month ago, on the very same day that my husband, Aaron, left for a work trip that would last for a week. Up until the point where the noises began, I had never been bothered by the fact that I was alone in our lovely suburban house.
When it originally started, it was nothing more than a gentle thud coming from above. I dismissed it, telling myself that the home was doing nothing more than settling in. What’s more, if I’m being completely forthright, our attic wasn’t even a true attic.
When Aaron and I moved into the apartment, we boarded up the wide windows that were located in the room that was located on the third level. Additionally, there was a narrow balcony that had a staircase that led down to the first floor.
Prior to our move in, we was under the impression that it was either a sunroom or an art studio.
Despite the fact that I had always intended to transform the area into something that I could use for myself, the opportunity never became available to me.
A second sound sounded, and I found that my breath had stopped. Do you agree that old houses make a creaking sound? It seemed possible that a couple of squirrels had made their way up into the attic. Then, however, the sounds started to occur more frequently and became more… human.
Voices that are barely audible but distinct.
I was lying in bed one night, reading through my phone, when I realized I had heard it.
The sound of a low, guttural moan could be heard. The twisting of my stomach caused my breath to become caught in my throat.
It was not a squirrel like this. In no way.
Immediately, I reached for my phone and sent a text message to Aaron.
I have a feeling that there is something or someone in the attic!
It was just as instantaneous as his response:
My dear Ella, it is most likely nothing. After I get back, I will check on it.
I was irritated by his laid-back response. What gave him the right to be so arrogant?
I told myself that I was exaggerating my reaction, and I made the decision to ignore the noises.
However, during the process of getting ready for bed a few days later, I became aware of human footfall. As if there were actual, weighty footsteps above me.
That was the point at which you broke. Instantaneously, I found that I could no longer wait for Aaron to return home. Is there any point to this? It is possible that there was someone else sleeping in the same room as me the entire time! It no longer seemed safe to me.
After grabbing the baseball bat that we had stored in the garage for use in case of an emergency, I sent him another text message informing him that I was going to go up to investigate.
It was his remark that sent shivers down my spine.
Dear Ella, I beg you, love. Please be patient while I inspect the attic. That I carry it out is of the utmost significance.
Would he not want me to go up there? I don’t understand. How did he come to know. My thoughts were racing with inquiries. Is he trying to conceal something? Could I be in danger?
Someone was squatting in our house, wasn’t sure.
In spite of the knot that was forming in my gut, I was unable to stop myself from doing it. For my own protection, I needed to know.
My pulse was beating faster with each squeak and lurching step that I took up the small stairs. I grabbed the bat as if it were my only means of survival and pulled open the door that led to the attic section.
I was rendered speechless by the image that was in front of me.
Yes, she was there. Diane, my husband’s mother-in-law!
She appeared to be a deer caught in headlights as she stood in the center of the attic, clad in a nightgown and robe, and clutching a paintbrush in her hand.
“What on earth are you doing here?” My screams were so loud that I nearly fell over my own feet. “What caused you to groan? How are you doing? Were you hurt in any way?
How did things come to be? That’s right.
The blush of shame spread across Diane’s face as she let go of the brush and raised her hands at her sides.
“Ella! ” Try to relax! The truth is not what you believe!
“More than what I believe? To be honest, Diane, I have no idea what I am thinking! Do you reside in the attic of my house?
As she stroked her temples and said something under her breath, she let out a sigh.
“I was aware that this was going to take place, but Aaron simply does not pay attention. Let’s just take a moment to sit down for a moment. Everything will be explained to you.
As if for the purpose of providing moral support, I remained still and gripped the bat.
The woman who would become my mother-in-law was a confident individual who appeared to be unfazed by anything. The fact that she appeared to be so embarrassed was disconcerting. I waited for a moment before carefully lowering myself onto a dusty box while maintaining my focus on her.
She started off by saying, “Okay, look,” with a hint of shame in her voice. The surprise is going to be ruined, and your spouse is going to murder me for it. But you have a right to be informed, Ella. There is something very unique that Aaron has been working on for you!
An eyebrow was raised by me.
“Is there something exceptional about you that requires you to squat in my attic? “Have you become the new ghost in residence?”
She grimaced in pain.
“I’m not squatting around!” Aaron thought it would be best to make a room for you. As an example, a place where you may finally transform your passion for baking into something more substantial. The decision was made by him to transform the attic into a studio.
It took me by surprise to hear that.
“What is it? A recording studio?
“For your dream, Ella,” she continued, indicating everywhere in the room with her hand. To put it another way, there is an attic where we would be able to bake or cook in this space. Plenty of space is available. Aaron intends to take you by surprise by providing you with a location where you can bake, experiment, and possibly even begin selling the products you have created. However, he has shown to be a bad designer! He then requested that I come over and assist him. After you have left for work each day, I will come in and supervise the contractors throughout the day.
My question was, “Contractors?”
It made me feel foolish. Although Diane was expressing herself, my brain was unable to grasp any of what she was saying.
“Yes, independent contractors. In order to ensure that you have a kitchen that is fully functioning, we have resolved the plumbing issues. The electricians are scheduled to arrive the following week in order to organize the plugs. In addition, I have been coming in to decorate, paint, and carry out all of those adorable activities…”
Why had Aaron and Diane been keeping this a secret? Additionally, how was it that I had failed to see any of it? Had I really been so unapproachable?
“But why stay here?” Still feeling suspicious, I inquired. “In the attic?”
“In the studio, you mean?” As she put it. “In reality, I wasn’t going to be staying here full-time. I just kept coming and leaving through the stairway on the side and the balcony on the side of the building. I didn’t want to keep coming by since I didn’t want to run the danger of finding out.
“And the moaning and groaning?” I inquired about it.
Diane grimaced in complete embarrassment as she bit her lip.
When it came to the strain that this would put on my back, I entirely underestimated it. I was the one who was groaning… straining, sweetheart.
My eyes were fixed on her as I attempted to make sense of the strange reality that was in front of me. I took in the surroundings in a measured manner. Even though it was still in the process of being finished, the attic looked stunning.
Now that the enormous windows had been cleaned and all of the dirt and grime had been removed, I could picture the light coming in during the day on those windows. Such a thing would be ideal.
I took in the quirky murals of cupcakes and rolling pins that were painted on the walls that were only partially completed. A center island for preparation work, shelves for ingredients, and a comfortable resting space under the windows were all depicted in many of the sketches that were stuck up all over the place.
Aaron’s handwriting was used to write the title of a plan that was pinned to one of the boards:
The Bakery of Ella for Baking
My throat became more constricted.
“Are you sure that this is for me?” I inquired.
A smile appeared on Diane’s face as she nodded.
My eyes began to well up with tears as I sat there there in stunned stillness.
Days of paranoia, during which we believed that our attic was hiding some dark secret, only to discover that it was actually this?
A present that is the result of love and thoughtfulness?
Aaron made a phone call later on that evening. While he was speaking, I was able to pick up on the strain in his voice.
“I beg you, Ella, to reassure me that you really did not go up there. I will inquire about it with Kevin, who lives next door.
“I did,” I confessed to myself. “Aaron… I don’t even know what to say.”
A brief pause was followed by a gentle chuckle, and then there was silence.
“Well, there goes the surprise.”
As I admitted, “I don’t deserve this,” I said.
He posed the question, “According to whom?” To put it simply, Ella, you are the glue that keeps our family together. This is just a humble attempt on my part to demonstrate how much I adore you. That you are not required to continue working at your current employment if you do not wish to do so. You can make this your new beginning.
A few days later, when Aaron returned home, we all collaborated to finish the studio where we had been working. Diane’s sense for design was truly remarkable, and she proved to be an excellent asset.
Despite my best efforts, the area turned out even better than I had hoped for. After entering that sun-kissed studio, which is flanked by shelves that are stocked with jars of baking delights, I am reminded of the love that went into creating it each and every time I enter.
Since then, Diane and I have strengthened our relationship, despite the fact that I continue to make fun of the “attic residency” incident that occurred in our life.
Occasionally, the unexpected turns that life takes are not about shattering betrayals or frightening secrets; rather, they are about discovering the humble and unanticipated ways in which the people around us express their love for us.
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