The Sleepover That Uncovered a Dark Secret: The Hidden Room in the Attic
A sleepover night, just us alone,
Laughter, whispers, a chilling tone.
Ghost stories told in flickering light,
Thenāfootsteps echoed in the night.
Up the stairs, afraid to breathe,
Nothing thereāor so weād believe.
A thud above, the attic called,
A hidden door, cold and small.
Dusty toys, a mattress bare,
Like someone once had lived in there.
Thenāfootsteps behind us crept,
We turned, we froze, our stomachs wept.
No one there, yet something watched,
An unseen thing, a breath we caught.
We ran, we locked, we stayed awake,
As morning rose, our hands still shaked.
But in the dust, the prints remained,
Tiny feetāa childās name.
A girl once lived, then lived no moreā¦
Still waiting by the attic door.