After Hallow's Eve

There comes a creaking from the ceiling, a tap, a knock, an unfamiliar, scary sound. Some creature’s up there speaking creeping, crawling all around. The attic is a place hidden to itself where few find their way. Ghosts and witches, ogres and elfs caution us to hear what it is they say. Halloween is full of scary snarlings among the costumes, candies, shaking knees. Hold back and wait, my darling feel safe, take my hand and squeeze