BOY FINDS MYSTERIOUS LETTERS IN HIS ATTIC THE DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN, BUT THEY HOLD A WARNING HE NEVER EXPECTED
The morning after Halloween, Alex was still buzzing with excitement. His family had just moved into the old house at the end of Willow Lane, and while unpacking, Alex decided to explore the attic. He hoped to find something spooky left behind by previous owners—maybe even some Halloween decorations he could put up next year.
Amid the dusty trunks and forgotten boxes, Alex noticed a small, worn chest tucked away in the corner. Curious, he forced it open to reveal a stack of old letters, each carefully folded and addressed to “Lily.” He picked one up, opening it slowly. The handwriting was shaky, almost frantic, and as he read, an icy chill ran down his spine.
The letters described strange things happening in the house every Halloween: whispers echoing through empty rooms, footsteps pacing the hallways, and the feeling of someone standing just out of sight. Each letter grew more desperate, ending with a chilling message: “If you hear her knocking after Halloween… don’t let her in.”
Alex swallowed, his heart pounding, as he glanced around the attic. That’s when he heard it—a soft knock on the door below, followed by a faint, familiar whisper.
“Alex… please, let me in.”
Alex froze as the soft, pleading voice echoed from the attic doorway. His heart pounded, and he clutched the yellowed letter tightly, feeling the weight of the warning he had just read: “If you hear her knocking after Halloween… don’t let her in.”
But the voice grew more insistent, the knocking turning louder, more desperate. “Alex… please, it’s cold… let me in.” The voice was soft, almost childlike, but somehow he knew it wasn’t anyone he wanted to meet.
Summoning all his courage, Alex whispered, “Who… who are you?”
The voice responded, almost in a whisper, “Don’t you remember me? It’s Lily. I’ve been waiting for you… waiting for so long…”
Alex’s heart nearly stopped. The name from the letters—the letters meant for “Lily.” Whoever, or whatever, was outside the door was connected to the desperate warnings he had just read.
Panicking, he grabbed the letters and ran down the stairs, leaving the attic door creaking open behind him. The knocking continued, echoing through the empty house. As he reached the living room, he found his parents looking at him with concern.
“Who’s Lily?” he managed to ask, barely able to breathe.
His parents exchanged a look, their expressions suddenly grave. “Lily was the girl who lived here before… she disappeared one Halloween night, years ago. No one ever found out what happened to her.”
Alex felt the color drain from his face. Slowly, the knocking stopped, replaced by an eerie silence.
That night, as he tried to sleep, he heard a faint voice outside his bedroom door, whispering, “I’ll be back next Halloween, Alex… don’t forget.”
Every Halloween after that, Alex made sure to leave his attic door locked tight. And every Halloween night, like clockwork, he’d hear the soft knocking start up again.