In the attic there is a door
old and wooden
with cracks and gaps
leave alone cautioned the woman

But curious minds need to explore
wondering what thing must be avoided
listening with ear to the door
screams and scratches could be heard

Bolting away from that place
mind wandering about the things
that may be murdering in that space
quickly departing down the stairs

Days went by and waiting no more
returned to the attic
with the old wooden door
trembling hands upon the handle

With door opened just a sliver
screams and scratches and flashing lights
the curious child started to shiver
words of the woman resounded

A year passed and the child grew older
remembered the attic with the old wooden door
returned to that space now he was bolder
and threw open the door with bat in hand

Covered in dust he found the culprit
an old wooden chair rocking against a child’s toy
blown by breeze flying through the attic
disturbing the treasures saved for the boy