It is March 3rd, 1935 and my family and I are moving into a new house, if you wanna call it that. It was a house owned by a man my father worked for in the cotton fields.It was a modest house three bedrooms, a living room and kitchen. The bathroom was a out house about a half block from our back door way  back in a field of tall grass.My mother and father shared one bedroom, I and my seven other brothers shared the second bedroom, and my eight sisters shared the last bedroom.So needless to say we were quite cramped but this was all we knew so it wasn't a big problem for us, that's just the way it was.On the side of the house was a well, and the rumor that we heard at the time was that the owners son drowned in the well and was never brought out. And we heard that no one would move in the house because it was being haunted by the boy who drowned there many years ago. But my father said for the price his boss was asking he couldn't turn it down it was just too good a deal. So ghost be damned we had a roof over our heads that didn't leak for a change, and that made everyone happy. Our first night in the house was quiet and calm no ghost or goblins, even though me and my brothers tried to scare the girls until my mother put a stop to it. A week passed and my father decided to invite some of his friends from the cotton fields to come over to see the house and party a bit. It was about twelve people by my count peeking in every chance I got, and they were drinking, and dancing and laughing loudly while the music blasted. Just then I heard a loud noise just ahead of me come from the ceiling above, so loud that it caused dust from the ceiling to fall upon the heads of some of the people dancing. They looked up and sort of wiped off their heads and hats. Then it happened again a loud thud as if someone were walking with a wooden leg we heard a step then a clop, another step and then a clop. The music stopped and everyone was asking my father what he had in the attic making that noise and my father said that he hadn't even been in the attic since we moved in the house. After saying that, people started to exit the front door for their cars saying this is too weird for us man we got to go! My father was very angry because this wasn't just a party but it was a way for him to sell his home made brew to his freinds for extra money. After everyone exited my father walked around cursing to the ceiling until my mother told him to calm down because the kids could hear him. I heard him say that he was getting a flash light and going up in the attic to see what that was making that noise, and he bet her it was some kind of animal that had gotten in.I watched as he let the old stairwell down and climbed up into the attic. I followed him up the stairwell with the flashlight and shine it so he could see in front of himself as he walked with a big stick in his hands. We came upon a bucket with what seemed like dried feces in it, and a rocking chair with one of the arms broke off. Nothing else was there that could explain what we heard coming from this place earlier. So we went back down and told mother what we saw and close it up without ever finding out what it was that everyone heard in that attic that night......