The Basement

I don’t know what it is about that toaster, but this has to be the fifteenth time I’ve down here looking for the breaker.

And, I’d have to forget my shoes.

So, yes, I’m down here barefooted on the cold floor. Serves me right for not replacing it when she asked.

Wait a minute. The breaker box is gone.

Am I in the right basement? Nuts. Where else would I be?

The light beam vanishes the closer I get. There’s nothing there.

Wait a minute. Did the wall move?

Yes, the wall moved.

The shadow is moving closer. I must run away. It is so close. It’s almost …

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