Bella goes to work from 9 to 5.
From 5:45 until 7:00 she searches the attic in her house for something.
By 7:05 she has exited the attic, pushed up the attic door and stands underneath it waiting.
And by 7:20, IT happens.
All she can do, in all her frustration, is chant... I Don't Believe In Ghosts!
I DON'T BELIEVE IN GHOSTS
The music coming from the attic was simply beautiful... harps and violins and bells from heaven.
Bella Stevens looked up at the rope to the Pull-Down Attic Door, again, with fear and apprehension.
She has lived in this house alone for six month now... and she KNOWS there is nothing up there but dust.
Another night with the haunting music... another day spent up there looking for the sound... she repeats to herself, "I don't believe in ghosts!"