A Night Like This

                    Those bizarre tourists are in town again. They always rent a space inside the attic.
                                                                           

 That's where they have their secret meetings. 

Secluded and suspicious.

They never use their real names and only speak in odd gibberish and hand signs.

 The strange lights and music escalate. 

My phone is ringing but I won't answer it.

 I don't wanna go into the house. They're waiting for me.