"Intrigued by a rusted knob and a whisper from a reliable specter, one begins to ponder... what mysteries lie beyond a door that's secret?"
Within the curves of this imagined knob lies a sizzling verse we dare to recite not: the knocking haikus echo in corridors unlit.
Step inside, if you'd dare..."Lullaby for the Lost": If you open me, sweet dreams might elope with reality, a jig danced under a moon dimmed with laughter and starlit tears.
Did you read about the drawer that tried to sing? It much preferred being opened, alas, drawers do not sing very well. Find out more here.
Remember when the cupboard cried, its sobs reshaping dust into shadows? Yet, the night pleads its story through these dolorous arias.
Hear the echo's encore.Need a hand or perhaps a foot? It’s rumored the attic has a spare of each, though they're rather picky about humor and wit—preferably witty, preferably haunt-y.Attic Tours!