Rose

Something is wrong with the basement today; some items, such as Dad's auto spare parts and some of his very useful items, were littered on the floor.

I stood at the wooden paneled door of the basement and looked around.

The junk on the floor, none was broken.

None that I could see.

It was like an earthquake occurred in this room; the only difference was that the ground didn't part ways.

There was something very off.

This is like Dad's scared spot; he always keeps her in order.

Forget the musty smell; here was the most arranged as He usually spends time here for meditation or to get away from Morris chattering.

He never spoke of the basement being untidy today. Mind you, he always scolds Morris each time he steps into this place.

Morris hasn't been here today, Dad had always held the keys.

Why would it be now that here was tumbled upside down that he say nothing?

I could have heard the noise of them falling to the ground or something that wrecked here; the basement was close to my bedr