As I walk down my cold, narrow hallway I come across some paintings hung crookedly on the peach colored wall as if they were stuck on the wall by a drunk person. I gently touch the paintings as if they were fragile fragments of glass, I murmured to myself, "I don't recall ever seeing those yesterday nor any other day." Getting closer to my mother's room door,  I felt uneasy, my conscience was telling me not to open the door, afraid of what might greet me on the other side,  but I couldn't just leave and pretend like nothing ever happened! As I approach the scratchy wooden door, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I immediately turned around, all the hairs on my back standing up straight refusing to lay back into place. "hello there!" Boomed the figure in front of me. I couldn't quite see what it was but I could tell it was a person, at first I thought it was a thief and was about to yell for my mother,  but then I remembered seeing his hat and coat in one of the pictures so I decided to talk to him to find out what was happening. "H-hello s-sir. " I replied hesitantly still startled from the sudden appearance. "Are you assuming my gender?" asked the figure still imitating the intimidating booming voice.  "n-no I'm sorry" I say while slowly bending my slightly stiff spine. "No need to bow young man! Now tell me,  what are you doing in my house?!" His house?! No no no that can't be this is my house,  well there are some changes from what I remember, but he or rather it couldn't have moved in here all at once last night, could it?