and he really wants my body in his basement? But wait… what basement?’’ Not for so long Ethan remembered one of the stories they liked to speak about in the middle of the night. There was the story about the psychiatric hospital’s basement. But he thought that it was, just a story. Kids like scary stories.
Ethan remembered that place, where the fictitious basement was. And decided to go and see what was there, if that place even existed. The boy slipped out of his room unnoticed. He walked through the hallways. Fortunately, there was nothing there. The hall after hall, the turn after turn, and finally a steep staircase down. For many years, no one has supervised them. It has become a place forgotten by all. But until now. Ethan was the first visitor of all these years. Step by step and the boy was down there, in front of the old basement’s door. He timidly opened the creaking door. When Ethan looked inside of the room, his heart sank on his heel.