Ramble.

Badabing, butaboo.

Some houses have a small storage closet underneath the stairs.

It's like a little Harry Potter room.

It slopes down on one end.

You can't properly stand up, especially if you're tall.

You could probably just walk in, stick your elbows out, spin around without touching anything.

But that's about it.

There's not even enough room to lay down all the way flat on the floor. There's usually

no windows, no sunlight, no ventilation. It's a tiny space. I mean you're lucky if

you get a light bulb and once that door is shut inside that tiny little closet,

it starts to feel incredibly claustrophobic.

It's stuffy, it's dark, you don't hear anything.

July 2022, in a cookie cutter suburban neighborhood in Michigan where all the houses look exactly the same and they're just perfectly lined up in rows

In one of those perfectly suburban homes underneath the stairs in the small storage

closet there's a camera setup in the closet a camera and it's recording the door

slams open and an individual is seen walking in and spreading out a blue plastic tarp onto the ground.

It's a pretty small space so the tarp can cover pretty much all of the carpeting.

And then they step out of frame, and when they come back into the closet, they're dragging something heavy.

It's almost like if you were to put a Christmas tree down on the floor and drag it by the tip, it's clear that they're struggling with whatever it is.

They're leaning back, they're grunting. And then slowly, another figure emerges.

The individual is dragging a young boy by his arms onto the blue plastic tarp.

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