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  1. "Wow, did you hear that?", a clap of thunder shook the house. The lamp in the corner flickered as the sound of wind and rain on the window behind them began to drown out their Saturday night movie. They knew it wouldn't belong until the power blinked out long enough that movie watching would come to a halt. Another loud rumble of thunder was all it took for the house to go dark. Neither of them moved, normally in a storm like this the power might go out for a few minutes and they were OK waiting it out. Ten minutes of conversation about the movie had gone by before they realized that this wasn't a normal power outage and movie was officially over. Neither was quite ready to call it a night, they still had plenty of popcorn and neither one was tired so they brainstormed for ways to pass the time. Eventually they agreed that a couple flashlights and a few feet of space on the floor was all they needed for a mini sleep over. A bowl of popcorn between them, he hunted around in a drawer under the TV and produced a deck of cards. Simple games seemed like the best idea with so little light so they started up a game of war to get a feel for how difficult identifying cards would be. It didn't take long before he took advantage of the dimly lit room and the storm rolling over head. "Have I ever told you about the time we found out that someone had been living in our basement?", he loved telling stories and often enough it was very hard to tell which ones were true and which ones were fabrications. Given the weather she knew what was coming "This is going to be a ghost story isn't it?" she asked. "When I was little we had a basement much like the one we have right now," he began to spin his tale. "I think I've told you this before. Anyway one winter my mom would get upset nearly every morning, accusing us kids of eating the last of a loaf of bread or getting into food she had set aside for my dad's lunches. I knew that I didn't do it and just assumed it was one of my brothers. You know teenage boys, they do nothing but eat...Well one day it got a little more serious, my dad's thermos was missing and we all got grounded for a week. Things like this happened regularly that winter, something would go missing, usually food or some silverware oh and my mom's Polaroid camera...We would spend a week grounded and my mom would offer to go light on us if someone would just own up to what happened but no one ever fessed up. Then one night a storm blew the basement door open while we were sitting down to have dinner. Dad got up to go close the door but froze about halfway through the kitchen and motioned for all of us to be quiet...Then he pointed to my mom and made a motion with his hands like he was making a phone call. Mom brought him the phone, stretching its coiled cord taught across the room. I couldn't make out who he called but he was very calm and very quiet. After handing the phone back to my mom he just stood there in the kitchen watching the basement door. We ate slowly with mom watching us intently and motioning for us to sit down anytime someone attempted to move. About 20 minutes past as we sat there, plates empty and mom staring us down. Then I heard a strange voice and my dad walked over to the basement door, he was talking to someone who was standing on the basement stairs just outside of view. My dad followed the voice and disappeared into the basement. The house was completely silent and no one dared to make a noise. Then dad came back up, told all of us to pack a bag because we were going to Grandma's house. Mom and dad wouldn't talk about what happened that night but mom spent the next month apologizing to us for all the groundings. It wasn't until a few weeks later when a police officer stopped by and dropped off a box that we found out just how strange that night was. Being boys we couldn't help but open the box right then and there, we pulled out dad's thermos, a handful of forks and spoons, two dinner plates, mom's camera and a large manila envelope. Mom walked into the room to see who was at the door right as we were ripping the envelope open. In the rush to get the envelope open before mom took it away, the contents spilled out...dozens of photos, I could see that one was me, asleep in bed, another my younger brother sleeping on the couch, and the last one I saw before mom snatched it from my hands, she and my dad sound asleep." He finished the story keeping his expression as deadpan as possible watching her face for any hints of worry.
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