My vintage '80s TV never worked right. I kept it in the garage for nostalgia, a clunky thing from like 1984 that I bought at a yard sale. One night, during a storm, it turned on by itself...

My apartment building is old, the kind with creaky floors and peeling wallpaper. I’d lived there two years and never noticed the door in the basement.

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