Creature in the Attic

Weeping. Ancient dust. Starving regrets. The sealed entrance. The attic of crumbling things. A shape. A paw. An ebony dress. Teeth chattering, in the unreal, in the dark. Midnight piano and a mise en abyme. A Betamax copy of a vintage horror film that's just a little too realistic, a little too eerie. You see yourself on screen. And the thing as well. The thing living in the attic. You tremble. And then the same scene again, only reconfigured by a rusted meat grinder. -Sir Kuliktavikt