Inside the room it was pitch black. I looked for a light switch but there was none nearby. I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight. It helped see a bit but it was still dark.

I then decided it was time to look around. It was full of junk. Old kids toys and clothes. But there was something odd about them. Some came in sets of two. Why are there two of each? I don't remember ever using these things.

Suddenly, I felt a piercing pain on my head. What's going on? Ahhh. As I grabbed my head in pain I heard a few giggles that seemed to be of a child.

“Who is that? Who's here?” I stepped back as I grabbed my head. As the pain grew, I knees started to feel weaker. I feel to my knees. Then I heard tiny steps, run past me as I continued to heard giggles.

“This isn't funny stop it!” Suddenly the pain went away. That was weird. I looked around and no one was there. It must have been rats. I haven't gotten enough sleep lately. I didn't want to get distracted, so I decided to keep looking around.

Then as I walked further in I saw a box label “DO NOT OPEN”, no sign can tell me what to do. I then proceed to open the box. It was full of documents. They all seemed to be junk mail, really he needed to put a sign to warn others not to read his junk mail, lame. Oh well, I guess the old man isn't hiding anything. Then right before I was going to put everything back, I saw that the bottom of the box was three folder. All label, adoption forms. Adoption forms? Why does he have adoption forms? Who are these?

I opened one of the folders and it had my picture and name on it.