The Witch lives in the Attic she’s Waiting. She’s got Something for Me. Before Momma used to make me go Up There to get Things. Then the Witch Always Almost Got Me. I never Saw Her Exactly, Always only Her Shadow and the Bottom Part of a long Black Dress. Whenever I got what Momma wanted and Turned to Go Down the Stairs I would Hear Things Creak and Moan and Whisper and I could Feel Something Running After Me and I could See the Bottom Part of a Long Black Dress from the Corners of my Eyes and All Around would be a Shadow so Big it would Almost Swallow Everything Up. Almost.

Momma Always called me Silly and said there was Nothing Up There.

Now that Momma Stayed Asleep I am by Myself. At Night I hear more Whispers; I know the Witch Wants me to go Up There. She’s got Something for Me.

I don’t want to Go. I don’t want to See . . .