Writing group suggested idea contribution

Inspired by but not based on actual events, I was locked in the attic by my father, I was an adult and there was, sadly, no teddy bear.
Today we finally began cleaning the attic, I hadn't been in this attic since I was 8. Not since my father locked me in there for hours in the dark with the spiders for company. I dislike the attic but it must be cleared, how can we sell this old house if the attic is full of rubbish? What is that? An old beach towel, a chill runs down my spine, I can't breathe, inside the towel is my mums old teddy bear, Herbert. It is as if I am back there again...

... We, my dad and I, had been sorting and cleaning in the attic, so much rubbish and old family bits, relics of an old life I guess. I had just finished the job I'd been given of sorting the teddy bears. I made my way to the hatch to where my dad was, he had unplugged the extension lead that powered the light and then without warning he shut the hatch!
 I shouted and screamed that I was still here, he just laughed a menacing laugh. It was pitch black, no hint of light, disorientated I sat where I had stood, as the minutes ticked over into hours I curled up on the floor and waited, praying, hoping, fearing. All the while hugging as if my life depended on it an old teddy bear of my mums.