"Ricky! Get your bags and let's go." Says Mindy, a 45 year old single mother of a stubborn 10 year old. "We can't be late, were supposed to meet the realtor at 5. Clock says 4:30. "I can't believe your great grandfather really left us this cabin. It couldn't have came any sooner. Ricky looks saddened. "Was it my fault? That dad left us? "No. Oh my gosh, no love. Dad just, he just needed some time. I honestly don't know. What I do know is that we need to go and see our new home. "A rusted Corolla pulls into the cabins driveway, the sound of gravel and sticks breaking is all that can be heard. "We're home." The nervous mom whispers. "Great to see you! I'm Clark, with Talent Real Estate. Here are the keys and if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to reach out! The sounds of new tires on gravel are heard as the agent leaves. "Mom, I saw a boy in the window. Right there! He points to a window on the second floor of this dainty rusted cabin. "Theres nothing there honey and this place has been empty for years. Let's go baby, we got lots of moving in to do.
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Boy In The Basement
HorrorA single mother and her son move into a cabin inherited by her grandfather. The cabin holds more than she knows and will soon realize that it holds a dark secret.
