Down under the porch, in the dark dank underbelly of the building, something is lurking. At least it feels that way. This would be the point in the horror movie that the mutant mole man makes his move. First cut the electricity, then slowly turn this knob on the boiler. What was that sound? Creaking? Foot step? Dripping? Wasn't your friend here just a second ago?

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