The Attic

Look, I don't show this to everyone. You must never tell anyone. If you go up there, show no fear, don't ever run up those stairs if you'ready then come and take these keys. The first unlocks the door, the second the loft hatch, the third the false wall, the fourth key is special. You'll know when you need it. Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated. Take only what you can fit in your pocket. You may need breadcr The feather is an offering to old Lord Owl, the locket for the ghost that haunts and howls. The breadcr Well you can choose that. Use them to get back or fend off King Rat. There's really no math. It's different every visit. Stay on the wooden track and don't listen to the spirits. The first door is a trap. You can use it to get back or fend off King Rat. You can use it to get back or fend off King Rat. There's really no math. It's different every visit. You may need it. You may need it. Whatever you do when you climb the stairs, never look back. Look alive and stare into the inky black. What you'll find up there is a light to your left. Go right instead. The glow is a trap. Unwary visitors deliver to the attic. It's more than a bit sinister. King Rat is in residence and mustn't be crossed. For everyone'sake, you mustn't get lost. Study the tops of the boxes of brick-and-brack. Bits, bobs, gadgets, inventions and knick-knacks. Look for what's lost and take nothing else. Not jewellery or riches or m Don'touch the old clock or the unicorn's horn. Stay away from the cages. All piles are ridiculous, the impossibly high. But some hold hideous mockeries of life. Beware the broken robot butler of dodgy design. Self-aware and violent. A horrible device. And after what he did, he was banished. To a tragic fate, he remains in the attic. Have you ever imagined what happens to unattended ideas? Forgotten passions, broken moments. Lost fragments are workable inventions. Lost or shattered, nothing is perfect. Nothing is worthless. Unloved, dusty, rusty, dirty. Here at the top are the things that are lost. Find a home in my attic. Locked in my loft. A world of dark wonder. Sunbeam, dust-flex. Something comes scuttling. Don't run just yet. It might be a spider made of old watches. It might be the two-headed toad I adopted. If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick. Ignore the toad. If it asks, you'll delicate. But if it's a beast that's made of shadows, hide out of sight. Somewhere narrow or fight to the death. Take two rights and a left. Avoid more surprises. Find your prize and then step to the lock with the key to your lost property. Unlock the black box. Bring its contents to me. Leave the locket behind for the phantoms and ghosts. Throw breadcr I only hope Lord Al guides you back. Or you'll never survive. Trap lost in the attic. You