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His heart was pounding. He was sure he had seen the doorknob turn. He heard a little musical sound. It was light, soft, and coming from the inside of that door. The music was twinkling around him, like the music box he had, he still remembered 53 years ago when his grandmother gave it to him on his 6th birthday. Abruptly, as suddenly as the music started, it stopped.

In a swift sudden movement, he was back in his bed, where he had started out 15 minutes ago.

“Why am I here, I swear I was in the basement.” He quietly whispered to himself.

He started humming the tune he heard from the hind the little door. The light, twinkling tune, buzzing around his head as his eyes got heavier and heavier. His humming went silent.

Inside the tiny door were some tiny, ugly, little creatures.