In Our Attic
I used to love going into the attic because it was dark and snaked along the walls like a secret passage. But one time, mice got into the attic, and we could tell by the carpet along the attic door that they chewed up. Dad put some mousetraps in there, and said later that he got them, but I never heard or saw the traps. From that point on I was and still am scared to go into the attic, for fear that the mice were still up there somewhere.