"You can't go into the basement," his dad said. "There are monsters down there."
The boy peers into the darkness. He imagines endless corridors stretching on, some dry and cold, others wet and musty, and some creeping thing oozing or crawling about.
"Well," he said, curious, "can I see them before you take me home?"
"No," he laughed, closing the door. "Come on."
Disappointed, the little boy takes his father's hand.
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