After that Oscar didn’t come down for a few days. Besides
he was the “scaredy” one in his family. Speaking of his family...
He had lost them a few years ago and lived lonely for
most of his life.
Now let’s get back to our Oscar in the future as he was
slowly creeping down the stairs (he still hadn’t forgotten what had happened 3
days ago and that still creeped him out, bad. When he finally reached the
bottom (which took quite some time) he shivered/shook violently, but braved
himself up and said: “I’m going in!” to no one in particular. When he went in,
he saw the dusty and damaged Christmas lights he had treasured for the first
three years of his life. But that was 56 years ago he remembered. Suddenly
there was rapid shaking and weird voices chanting weird words. The small door
burst open and little tiny trolls wearing dog clothing came in the tiny
basement and carried poor Oscar through the door.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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