The spirit in the Attic

Are you superstitious?

I’m gonna answer this with a small story:

When I was a child I had all my toys in my dad’s attic. I would always play up there day and night. It was, and remains, a fun memory of my childhood.

But I don’t go up there after dark anymore.

It all started one summer night:

I was up there playing with my toy soldiers (this was back before smart phones and screens became the de facto kid distraction) and I heard a noise behind me. I turned to look and…

Oh man…

Standing before me was a tall, green skinned thing. I had furry legs, and I couldn’t see its face cuz it was covered in matted hair.

It was there one second and gone the next. I didn’t see it again till months later when I saw it speeding down the stairs.

Never saw it again.

To answer the question, yes, I am superstitious. I believe in spirits. I have a harder time believing in the concept of an all-powerful god who knows everything and is without flaws (whoever made that up should take a writing class, FFS) but I definitely believe in spirits.

Just ask the Spirit in the Attic.