Once upon a time, in a cozy little house, Abby heard a strange noise above her room. It was soft and repeated, like a secret being told over and over.

She was curious but a bit scared. It was dark outside, and only the moon shone. Abby took a deep breath and decided to be brave.

Quietly, she tiptoed across the creaky floor, holding her teddy bear tightly. She had never been up to the attic at night.

The old wooden stairs groaned as she climbed. 'It's just a noise,' she whispered to her bear. 'We will find out and come back.'

At the top, Abby pushed the attic door open. She peeked inside. The sight of old toys and boxes comforted her.

And there! In the corner, under a dusty sheet, the noise. A muffled, 'tap, tap, tap.' Abby inched closer.

Gathering all her courage, she reached out and pulled the sheet away. A beautiful, old grandfather clock stood there, its pendulum moving back and forth.

'It's just a clock,' Abby said with relief. She remembered Grandma's stories about it telling time for the whole house.

As she stood there, the clock suddenly chimed. Abby jumped, and then laughed. 'You got me, Mr. Clock,' she said.

Abby promised to visit the attic more often, so the clock wouldn't be alone. She waved goodnight and went back to bed.

Back in her room, Abby snuggled under the covers. 'See, it was nothing scary after all,' she told herself as she closed her eyes.

And as she drifted to sleep, the soft whispers of the old house seemed to hug her. All was well. Goodnight, Abby.