New Challenge

Your challenge: Your characters have somehow managed to lock themselves in an attic of a really old home (I mean, cobwebs everywhere, dust an inch thick, creaking floorboards that threaten to give out). I'll leave it you you why they're in this house to begin with. While they are there, they hear scratching in the walls and sounds that cannot be describable. Is it a ghost? An animal that had made its way in the walls, or something else entirely different? What secrets do they uncover while they are there? And do they get out?

You should include a dead cellphone, a skull, a weird vine-like plant, and an old photo album

“Are you ready to leave?” Colin said softly, placing his hand gently on the small of Kat’s back.
“I guess,” she looked around at the dust covering the things her mother’s attic. “I know I should have come before now, or at least send someone in here to clean up. Still, it’s like loosing her again every time I think about this house sitting empty.” She hugged her arms around herself. All around her boxes were splayed open, revealing a lifetime. Grinning skulls peaked out from a nest of orange feather boas, because Halloween had always been mom’s favorite holiday. Old photo albums, stacked neatly on top of each other dominated a corner of the room. Kat felt her hands itch to go through everything, but she wasn’t sure she could handle the tidal wave of pain that threatened.
“These things are my memories, my childhood. Heck, up until a few years ago they were my whole life. I can’t let them go.” She whispered, tears threatening behind her eyes.
“Baby,” Colin turned her to face him, lifting her chin with a finger “you don’t have to do this now, we have time.” He grinned down at her, “Well, we have a little time; you really should let me get a carpenter in here before the dust gets so heavy the floor caves in. This house must be as old as me.” She jabbed him in the ribs.
“This house has history, jerk.” She pouted, “So what if the plumbing is old and the wiring was done by a blind drunk, it has character.” He laughed as he rubbed the spot she has punctured.
“I never said it didn’t have character, just that its character might be that of someone with a broken hip.” Kat scowled, but her eyes began to sparkle with amusement instead of tears.
“I know, what you’re doing.” She accused, “Thank you.” She reached onto her tiptoes to peck him on the cheek.
“Anytime baby, but really let’s get out of here before some rodent starts chopping at our ankles.” He took her hand in his, giving her knuckles a quick kiss as he reached for the attic door.
“For someone who was born in the 40s, you certainly don’t have any appreciation for antiques. Aren’t old men like you supposed to lament that things were better, faster and cheaper in their day.” She loved needling him about his age, but Colin wasn’t taking the bait. “Is everything alright?” She leaned over his shoulder just in time to see the door handle pop out of the door and into his hand.
“Crap.” He said, “Is this part of the house’s character love?” He turned and waved the broken handle in front of her.
“Hush you,” she said, pulling out her cell phone. Batteries were dead. Of course. Why hadn’t she charged it when he reminded her? Oh right. It might have had something to do with the fact that he had been partially undressed at the time.
“Uhh…” She glanced at him with a guilty look on her face.
“Double Crap. Do you know if there is a tool kit in this place?” He crossed the room to begin rummaging through the stacks of boxes.
“AH!” he jumped, falling back onto his hands. “What the hell is that?” He pointed to a vine coming out of the box. Kat walked over to peer inside the box. She started to laugh as she pulled out a shoebox diorama she made in 5th grade. It was full of sparkly blue and purple vines, complete with lizard replicas and a miniature volcano.
“This scared you? The big scary bouncer afraid of a replica vine.” She continued to laugh as Colin grabbed her ankle, dragging her to the floor. He plucked the diorama out of her hand, throwing it against the wall and capturing her wrists at the same time. He rolled until she was trapped under him, her wrists stretched out above her head.
“The big scary bouncer isn’t afraid of you babe. Maybe I should re-assert my manly fortitude.” He dipped his head to her lips and kissed her until her toes curled. She pulled her hands against his hold, trying to free herself.
“Just how are you planning on doing that, Mr. I’m afraid of sparkly vines.” She challenged, her eyes still glittering with amusement. “It looks to me like all you’re doing is getting us both dusty.”
“Well, I was thinking something like this.” He trailed his free hand down the side of her ribs, causing her to arch before he lightly dug the tips into skin.
“Colin!” she screamed, laughing hysterically, “No Tickling!”