*SHORT STORY* continued...
The boy woke up as always, and looked into the mirror. As usual, I didi not see myself but the young enchanting face of the boy, who always reminds me of the terror with which I will be waking up. After having a good look at himself, he walked into the dining room, lifted up the carpet and opened the door to the basement. Each step he took, I felt like a mountain weighing on my shoulders. As soon as he reached the bottom and flicked on the light. I saw the same horrible scene, horrible enough to make me have a heart attack....
