I stared at them, watching in amusement as they held their heads in their hands. My phone was in front of them, on the table. A shockproof case with a galaxy pop socket fit square in the center of the rectangular device. The rubber on the sides of my phone case was tattered, all those months spent scratching at the sides, so the elevated button on the case for the power button was invisible.
    Family members,...

    Dull. All of it. Dust encroaching ever corner, every follicle, every pore of my body. I lift up my flashlight, then yell in shock, quickly jumping back. A painting of a family-- a young girl with blonde hair, another with red hair, and a mother and father with brown hair.
    "Holy--!" I tripped over the crusty, wrinkled carpet on the rotten floorboards. I fell directly on my butt, yelping in pain at the sensation of hitting the floor...