Gladys peered cautiously at the basement door. “Honey, I think I heard a noise in the basement.”
“What kind of noise?” her husband Paul answered.
“I can’t tell,” Gladys said. “Either something fell or was knocked over. Could you please look?”
“Scared of a little noise?” Paul laughed.
“What if it’s an intruder?” Gladys worried.
“I doubt it,” Paul assured.
“But still.”
“Okay, I’ll have a look.” Paul opened the basement door and went down into the dark. “Oh my god!” he screamed out. “It’s hideous!”
“What is it?” Gladys panicked. “An intruder?”
“Worse! My middle school graduation picture!”
Robert Kirkendall 
Ha, ha! That’s not a comforting feeling to know what hideous things can go bump in the dark of night! Ah, what an awkward time, middle school.
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I’m still recovering…and I was in middle school about 35 years ago! 😀
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I think that might’ve been my graduation picture he found.
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You should see mine 😆
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It’s nature’s way of reconciling us to getting older.
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I’m fighting getting older as beast I can, but I suppose nature will have the last laugh. 😀
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…best I can,
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