My parents have forbidden me from going to the basement. I could never figure out why though. So one day when they said I'd be home alone the next day I came up with a plan to sneak into the basement. I had to sneak around to find where they hid the shiny, gold key. The next day I crept into the basement and discovered a lone, dust covered box.
I crept over to it and saw it had words on it. I flicked on the small, blue handheld flashlight I had and saw "DO NOT OPEN" on the box. I was so curious though, so I opened it. In the box I found some old pictures of me and my parents and some other kid. I don't remember that kid's name, but the face seems familiar. As I dig deeper I find toys, baby clothes, and more pictures. I soon discover that the boy in the picture is my brother.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are just short stories I think of and can't expand upon to make a huge awesome book. (Very old book)
