I’m in a pitch black room, I grab my torch and shine the bright light at a rusty ladder. As I grab the ladder, I realise that there is something sticky on my hand. I shine the torch at my hand and see some brown goo. I shake it off quickly and look around to see if I missed anything, but no there is nothing there. I flew up the stairs trying not to get goo on me, to find a present, I slowly opened it like it is a surprise jack-n-the-box I opened it to see my pet goldfish.
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