Dozen Attics

The old house creaks wherever you step and is shadowed with the dust of many years past. A rope hangs from the ceiling, frayed and worn from being grasped hundreds of times. Curiosity gets the better of you and you pull the rope which reveals a staircase to what must be the attic. Slowly you creep up the stairs where a door unmarked with nothing but the number twelve greets you. As you grasp the door handle to open the door, the stairs snap close leaving you in darkness. Opening the door to the downstairs is futile so you make the choice to continue on.

The room marked with the twelve is chilly, raising goosebumps on your skin. You shiver and walk forward, looking for any source of light, when you kick something on the floor. It rolls away with crash and suddenly the room is flooded with light. You throw a hand up in front of your eyes, blinking furiously as the shapes of twelve men holding drums fills your view. A tinny, haunting rendition of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" plays while the drummer statues beat at their drums. The noise is startling so you run towards a door at the other side of the attic room marked with the number eleven. You shove your way into the room and close the door, shutting out the noise. You take a breath and look around the room and see that you are once again surrounded by statues. You eye the door on the other side of the room marked with a ten and make a run for it as the eleven pipers start piping.