What was in my Attic? Life Story?

There is something about my attic that I remember. Back when I was just growing up I remember my mom and dad telling us not to enter the attic. I grew up with two older siblings who were also told this. For nearly four years we were told not to go into that attic. One day remember seeing my mother enter the attic with a plate of food. She was talking to something or was it someone? Could it have been some creature that got lost and decided to reside in our house? Was it an ugly grotesque looking thing that no one wanted to see? What did it look like I asked myself at times when I remember it. There was something in my attic I know it.


Years later when I was eight, seven or nine years at the time I recall my sister and I went up to that attic. Her very words were "It's gone, it's no longer here." Whatever it was I doubt it left on its own. I remember rushing up the stairs and stabbing something. Well that could be a dream. Some time later I asked my mother if I could go into the attic. She always said no whenever I asked. There were times I would knock on it or unlocked it just to be a little shit. That very day I went up to that attic. I opened the door and found nothing was inside that attic. Nothing but old toys and boxed up things were in that attic.