“Rap, rap, rap”. The noise heard down the stairs, the babysitter pulled the children close. Finally she knew she had to check it out. Slowly climbing the stairs, children under the covers in their beds, she was more nervous every step. The raps got louder as she ascended. She slowly opened the door to the attic.
She found a tumbled over box of wrapping paper.
Apologies, this is an old tale told by babysitters in the fifties.🙄🥴😂