Late one night my mom thought she heard a creepy noise coming from the attic. Then all of us heard it. My mom took the broom handle and hit the ceiling and it quit.
Then a few minutes later we heard it again, by then my dad came home from work and went up in the attic. And there was something in our attic; it was my cat. She had gotten up there earlier in the day, when my dad had been up there getting our Halloween decorations. We all had a good laugh.
