The “Gift” in the Hallway… and the Screams
I inched my way downstairs, one painful step at a time.
When I reached the bottom, I stopped cold.
The front hall looked like a children’s birthday party had exploded.
Bright balloons floating against the ceiling.
Streamers everywhere.
A pile of party hats.
And in the center of it all, a big cardboard box tipped over like someone had dumped it with force.
That was the thud.
But it wasn’t just decorations.
Standing awkwardly among the mess were three clowns.
