I hate the spring cleaning.
When people decide it's time to take everything out of their houses to clean every inch of it.
Once you start to empty the rooms, you find old clothes, books and objects you didn't even remembered you had.
But the place that really haunts me is the basement. Everyone wants one, so they can storage all the things they don't want to and hope the problem to solve it self.
Well that stops happening when you leave your parents house.
So, right now, I'm in my basement sorrounded by boxes, black trash bags and gallons of bleach, because when I first bought this the walls were white, they're black nowadays. And I have no idea from where to start.
But what's really bothering me is how I'm going to dump all these dead bodies without anyone noticing it.
YOU ARE READING
Short scary stories
HorrorIn this book I'm going to write short horror stories about different topics. I'll put a notice at the beginning, if there's a more sensitive topic. I don't accept copies or adaptations. Have fun reading, see you on the other side.
