There’s something in our attic, but my parents wouldn’t tell me what it was. To be more accurate, they have constantly denied there’s anything up there and have since I was a child and first mentioned it.
Why haven’t I gone up there to see for myself? Aside from the general fear it’s always instilled in me – for reasons I will get to – however much my curiosity makes me want to see for myself, I couldn’t. Our attic door is locked and I had no idea where my parents kept the key. Believe me, I’d looked several times over the years and have never found it.