Ghost In My Attic and Underneath

Marching through my yard heard whispers from the house of the dead veiling in my attic at the night alone, yet with all my might, hoping to watch the daylight soon tucked myself on the bed wondering the stories never told by uncle Fred there I listen something again something is watching me from the attic scared trying to shut my eyes sounds again I screamed and something just ran underneath my bed slowly I dared to look down there I found my long lost cheese thief the mice with its family at ease laughing to myself I lowered back to sleep