I approached the darkened house cautiously, a low thunder rolled in the distance. As an uneasy wind whistled, I fumbled for my keys. There was an overwhelming sense of evil in the air that sent shivers down my spine. I could sense that something was a miss, something was wrong. I entered the door into the darkened house. I tried to turn on the switch but it wasn't working. The uneasiness grew, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. I must face what is inside, of that I am sure. I fumble through the kitchen until I find the lighter. The light gives an eerie glow, but somehow it offers a sense of relief. I begin to descend down the steps to the basement. The light aids with the steps but the corners look darker than usual. The shadows are difficult to make out, I say a prayer to myself. Behind the door is where I must go to face what is on the other side. Slowly, I turn the knob and ease the door open. I shine the light inside...No...No...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Have I mentioned lately how much I HATE laundry? Stupid laundry.
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