Downstairs is damp, and smells yucky. 

I don't like it. 

Mommy says I have to go down there sometime, so she pushed me onto the top step of the stairs and locked the door behind me, but I haven't moved from the top step yet. 

I can hear mommy talking to someone, and I've been banging on the door, but mommy still hasn't let me out of the basement. 

Now I'm really tired. 

Maybe if I wasn't in the basement, I could go to sleep, but the basement is too scary to go to sleep in. 

There's a sound from downstairs, and I bang on the door even harder. 

Mommy will be mad, but I don't like this part of the house. 

Older me can go into the basement, it's too scary for me right now. 

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After what feels like forever, someone opens the door. 

It's not mommy though, this time it's daddy. 

He doesn't see me, for whatever reason. 

What daddy's doing must be important, if he's rushing that much. 

I shrug, and go back up into the kitchen. 

The clock says only two hours have passed, but it feels like I was in there for years. 

Daddy is being really loud downstairs. 

It sounds like he's crying? 

I go to the top of the stairs to check it out. 

He's standing over something? 

I turn my head to the side, trying to see better. 

It looks like a really big doll? 

Why is daddy standing over a really big doll? 

Daddy's acting silly. 

I go back upstairs to my room, daddy's being too silly right now, and I want to warm up from being in the basement with my dolls now.