Finding a notebook filled with dark poems wasn't on May's list of expectations for looking around in her attic.

"Hello, hello, come with me
Hello, hello, please come with me,
Come with me to hell, hello, hello,
We are all dead,"

One of them read. It confused and scared her. Attempting to put the book down didn't help, either.

After putting the notebook down on the dusty floor, it opened itself to a page titled "May."

"May was a good girl.
Never did wrong.
But one day, she found me,
And opened me, so rudely.
Without hesitation, water emerged from the walls,
Devouring May, the good turned bad."

The book closed.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

May looked around worriedly, standing up from her crouching position. She knew something was wrong. She just didn't know what.

Suddenly, the window in the attic opened loudly, banging against the wall.

Rain poured in through it, filling up the entire room. The window shut, trapping May inside the water filled attic.

Two hands grabbed May, dragging her below the surface.

She drowned, disappearing forever.