My dad always ensured we stayed out of the basement because we had no business being down there. We were never allowed to go down there under any circumstances due to all the projects and strange things he had going on. I knew he was involved in unusual activities, but I had no idea how bizarre they were. He would lock the basement and take the key with him, but one day he forgot it on the kitchen counter, and my sister managed to get a hold of it. Julie dared me to go down into the basement with her. I was reluctant, but it was a dare, so I felt I had to accept it. We walked closely together, step by step, and soon found ourselves in a terrifying scene filled with colorful rats in cages and vials of blood. We exchanged fearful glances, ran back up the steps, locked the door, and put the key back on the counter. I was shaking, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I knew my dad was into some weird stuff, but I didn't realize it was this extreme.
Julie made me promise never to go down into the basement, regardless of what I heard or saw. I agreed, but a flood of questions raced through my mind. Julie turned to me one last time and told me never to mention anything to Mom or Dad about what we had done.
“What the heck is Dad doing down there?”
"Does mom know what he is doing in the basement?”
"Why does he have so many colored rats?
"Why the hell are vials of blood in the basement?” I have so many questions, but perhaps some are left unanswered.
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