Man in the Attic

Ludie Faye Magahee died last week. She were probably around eighty-five and had a good, strong, clear mind; except for one thing. She insisted until the very end that a man were living in her attic. He moved in about five year before her last days and she said he never come down unless to get food and use the bathroom. They asked her what he looked like and she said she didn't know 'cause she never had saw him. She could just hear him moving around and smell it when he made coffee. Nobody ever looked 'cause they knew the attic were all full up with old furniture and boxes of clothes, papers, and what-nots. She dropped off dead unexpected except she were pretty old. When they was looking through her papers they come across a note what said peoples should make sure to keep the ice box filled up with food and most important they should never let him run out of coffee. In one of her cabinet were about twenty pounds of Louisiane Coffee, the kind with chicory. A week after Ludie Faye passed, one of her daughters, Mayvene, come back and found the little ladder to the attic hanging down. She got her husband Carl Dean to climb up and look around, but he didn't find nothing. They checked the house real close and couldn't find nothing missing. Except all that coffee were gone.