𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

81.

The Puppy in the Basement

Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise.

It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit.

I didn't see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me.

Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried.

Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie.

That made me feel better, so I didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.