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my mum is very nice.. most of the time. however sometimes, she would get this scary look on her face. her eyes would curve into a deep frown, and her smile becomes . . .. uncanny, it's like she's being possessedby something...

she always gets like this whenever i go near her secret stash. her secret stash is on the fourth floor, behind a door. when i try to walk up the steps, she would always secretly follow me from behind and giggle... i didn't really notice the giggling the first few times, but  now i could just feel it. when i turn around i wouldn't see her, but i know she's hiding under the stairs waiting for me to come up. if i ever touch the  door, she would appear behind me and hit me on the head. it hurts really bad, but she wouldn't stop giggling. after a while, she tells me to play a game or something then return to normal. i am curious what's up there but ithurts.

before my dad passed away, i tried asking my him about mum, but he wouldn't believe me. i only try and come upstairs in the morning, so my dad would never catch mum like that since he only come home really late everyday. i don't want to come up there at night , it's too scary, besides there's nothing on the fourth floor except mum's secret stash, so i don't have any reason to go there anyways.

they told me i need to go up there. my mum is usually very nice so i hate seeing her like that. they told me i need to open my mum's secret stash to save her. it was my birthday the other day, my parents were setting off to get me a birthday cake. i quickly went upstairs to mum's secret stash before she comes home. i touched the door handle, and this time mum didn't appear and beatme. she wasn't home, but i could still feel her giggling. i took a look behind me just to be sure, but saw nobody. turnig back around i placed my hand on the handle and pushed down. the door creaked open i saw ipod touch. i pod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. ipod touch. it wasn't the new ipod touch, but the old one that my dad designed years ago. mr tim told me that the old models weren'tbeing produced anymore, but my mum's secret stash was full of them!!! on the opposite side of the room, i saw an disc on top of an empty table. maybe this is what they told me i should look for, what i need to save mum. carefully navigating my footsteps, i avoided the ipod touch on the ground and made my way over to the disc. the disc was unlabeled, inside a transparent case. nobody uses discs anymore so i don't have a way to open this. i think the old computers at school still has disc slots so i'm going to bring it over next monday to see what's inside.