There once were two young twins, a girl and a boy. They lived in a small village. In the woods surrounding the village was a mansion, said to be haunted. They were dared to go in at midnight on Halloween. And so, as they crept up to the rickety porch their friends watched from the trees. As they entered dust spilled onto them from atop the door. Then, as they turned to leave, the door slammed shut. They pounded on it but everyone who had come to watch had fled. In complete darkness they crept forward, clinging to each other. They tiptoed carefully up to the staircase that they knew was there from when there was light. They inched up carefully and when they got to the landing the girl spotted a shaft of light. And then, they heard it. Soft yet definitely real, a soft sort of rapping. They followed the light and as they did, the noise got louder, "rap, rap, rap." They didn't want to continue but they had to get out. So quietly they glided over the dusty floors and up countless flights of stairs, all while listening to the "rap, rap, rap," get louder. Then, when the light was so clear they emerged into a room with a door, presumably to the roof. There were windows in the ceiling providing light. But in the back of the room was a chest. From it was coming a loud, "rap, rap, rap." Their curiosity got the best of them. They crept up towards the chest and slowly opened the lid. There, inside the chest was... a piece of wrapping paper. "Wrap, wrap, wrap."
never again *shudders whispering Shake it Off but 'Wrapping paper's gonna Wrap Wrap Wrap Wrap Wrap...'*