I tripped down the old wooden stairs to get down to the basement. A few had holes in them, seeing that the house was old. As I looked around I saw lots of boxes. They looked ancient. I didn’t want to touch any, but I felt attracted to a certain box that sat in the corner. The floorboards creaked with every step I took. The box was labelled with “positively do not open” but I had to. I tugged the lid open revealing creepy dolls. I was about to pick up a doll when I heard mumbled whispers behind me.