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This could have been an ordinary story, with ordinary people, let's say the Spiths, with ordinary children, a son and a daughter, obviously, living in an ordinary small house, in an ordinary small town, where other ordinary people lived. Yes, it could have been an ordinary story, dear Lenny." But it wasn't, I guess," deduced Lenny. No, it wasn't," answered Grandpa, and continued. No need to say the little ordinary house had an ordinary entrance, a little hall, a living room, and a kitchen-dining room all downstairs, and on the first floor there was an ordinary master bedroom for the ordinary parents, two smaller children's bedrooms, and an ordinary bathroom, of course. No guest-rooms, no play-rooms, no laundry-room, no home-office," asked Lenny, with a quizzical expression on her face. No, no guest-rooms, no play-rooms, no laundry-room, and no home-office. However, they did have an open basement, where the children usually played. Moreover, in one of the corners they kept the washing-machine and dryer. The laundry-corner!" laughed Lenny. The laundry-corner," confirmed Grandpa, smiling. And in the opposite corner there was a desk. The office-corner?" said Lenny, amused. Indeed. And next to the desk there was a pretty large bookshelf. So we can say that they had a library, too," joked her Grandfather. What about the guest-room? I'm sure they had relatives and friends visiting them from time to time," Lenny continued. Well, the sofa-bed could be considered the missing guest-room. So all considered, this ordinary family, living in an ordinary small house, had extraordinary rooms in the basement. Extraordinarily ordinary," Lenny played with the words. Or, ordinarily extraordinary. Well done, Lenny. But not only the rooms were extraordinary," said Grandpa, mysteriously, and made a long pause. No? No," confirmed Grandpa, and made another long pause. So where was the extraordinary? The girl was pretty impatient. The story. The narration. Not the story from before," explained Grandpa, and made another long pause. Grandpa! The story! Lenny shouted impatiently. Yes, the story. If I remember correctly, it all began on a Sunday morning, in the Smith's Ordinary House, obviously. And, to be more precise, in the Smith's Ordinary Kitchen. Listen! Guys? Hey? Guys? You? Anyone here? There? I can't see much. Mel was trying to attract attention and see through the dark. Cough! Cough! Is that you, Mel? A voice eventually responded. Yes. Yes, Miss Annabelle. Glad to hear you. Miss Annabelle, right?" Mel asked, wishing it was true. Yes. Yes. Cough! Cough! Cough! Excuse my coughing, but I can't stand Donny's smell. She must be here too. I can't miss her, believe me," said an annoyed Miss Annabelle. Ha! Ha! Ha! Very funny, mocked Donny. I might be smelly, but you are pretty slimy on one side. Well, well, ladies. Let's try to be friendly, since we are in the same box, I guess," said Mel, squinting around. 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