Young and alone I was left home
When I heard the creak up stares
Chill bumps ran down my spine
As if it were only a matter of time
Before the killer would pounce.

Slowly reason seeped in
I recalled what my parents had said
The house sometimes settled
And
That tree out beside the house
Would brush up against
Causing creaking noises

Although the feeling was quite real
There was no killer in the attic
Unfortunately
Feelings can not always be trusted...