It was a month since dad crashed the car and to save money he tried to repair it. He said the basement door is locked. I got the gist he did not want me there, but I had to see what was inside. I snuck upstairs and saw the door key. I snuck down stairs DAMN IT! It was jammed. I wiggled it open. Yes! it opened. As the door crept open I saw a big square ugly… No it was a box. I saw a note. It said ‘look out.’ I ran out and AAArgh! it was dad scaring me, again.