Secrets of the basement

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   On the sixth day, everyone was in the red room. "I have a feeling that if we all search through the boxes downstairs that we'll find something that will help us," Anhad suggested to the class. "Yeah, that could be helpful," Jun Ho said. The class agreed and went downstairs. The basement was filled with boxes of stuff. "There's so many boxes down here, how are we ever gonna search through them all?" Frank complained. He wasn't about to spend the rest of his life searching through all this for a solution that might not even exist. A grin grew on Julian's face. "Hey Frank, want to go and spin on the spinny chairs?" he asked. Frank nodded and they headed over to the stairs. Madelle Roine cut in front of them. "And where do you guys think you're going?" she asked. The boys sighed, turned around, and joined their classmates.

Everyone got a box and started searching for something that would help them to escape this horrifying house. They all searched through the paper and photos to see if there'd be anything else there. "I think I found something!" Levi shouted, pulling a photo out of a box. Everyone went to see the photo. "Look," Levi said. "There's a group of kids in front of this house!" They all looked closer at the photo. "Yeah, but the house is nice and everyone's smiling," Jade pointed out. "I wonder why..." Jun Ho wondered. "Maybe if we keep looking, we'll find out more about this place, and who those people are."

Everyone continued to look through the boxes to hopefully find something new. After what seemed like hours: "I think it's time to take a break now," Madelle Roine said. Everyone nodded, they all wanted to stop searching through the boxes. Everyone went upstairs to the red room to have something to eat. "I do not want to go searching through those boxes again," Frank whispered to Julian. Julian agreed. "Let's go to the spinny chairs," he suggested. They both went up to the third floor and saw Robert sitting on one of the chairs, practicing sewing. "Aren't you two supposed to be with everyone else?" he asked. Julian and Frank looked at each other, then Frank said, "If we should, then you should be there too." Then Frank and Julian started spinning around the room on the chairs. They got away with it for a solid 10 minutes before Robert finally snapped. "If you two don't mind, please QUIT SPINNING ON THOSE STUPID CHAIRS!" he screamed.

Meanwhile... On the first floor, Jun Ho said, "I'm gonna go keep searching the boxes." Walking towards the stairs. He walked down the stairs to the basement. It was much creepier down there alone than with his class. He walked over to the piles of boxes to find that some were moved. He took a closer look to see that the boxes that were moved had revealed a secret hatch on the floor. "What's this?" he murmured, walking over to the hatch. He opened it and jumped down into the room that was being hidden.

Half an hour later, the class went back down to the basement to continue their search. "Jun Ho?" Mr Couzens called. There wasn't an answer. "Jun Ho?" he called again. There still wasn't an answer. "Guys, we need to look around to see if there's any signs of where Jun Ho went," He announced to the class. They all nodded and started searching the basement. The hatch was covered, like nothing had been moved so nobody knew where he had gone. "Don't tell me that Jun Ho died too!" Alia cried sarcastically. They kept searching the basement to find nothing but the boxes.

Patrick, Entry 06
Alright, I've got to admit, those spinny chairs looked fun. Madelle Roine looked as if she was going to explode though. Anyway, I was looking around the boxes, and found a complete gaming setup! Me and Robert just looked at each other, and then I crushed him in fortnite. Oh wait, coffee break, got to go. (not written part)-> ROBERT?? WHERE DID YOU LEAVE MY COFFEE PODS?! We are almost out, you say? THERE IS ALWAYS COFFEE. COFFEE OR DEATH.
(editor's note on editor's journal) Good job, me! Gonna keep making notes, so enjoy the pain and suffering of my life, in words!! -Patrick

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