Today was the day I finally moved into my new home. My old house was a rathole. I enter a room that’s supposed to be the living room, however the floor is covered with a layer of dust. There was one wooden chair at the opposite of the room, one leg ripped off. I walk deeper into the room, a sneeze coming up my nose. Particles of dust rose off the floor from the force of my sneeze. I grab the deattached leg of the chair of the floor and try to stick it back inside of the chair, this attempt failed miserable as some wooden splinters fly of the wooden board. By all this sudden movement loads of dust is blown away, uncovering a small hole in the corner of the room. I slide the chair aside, the leg treasured in my arms. I bend down and swipe the remaining dust aside. Why would there be a hole here? I trace the circle with my fingers. It was around the same size as the leg. I better my grip on the wood and shove it inside. To my surprise it got stuck. I tried to pull it out, but instead i pull up the whole floorboard. A loud creaking noise echoed through the room. A shiver went down my spine as my eyes made eyecontact with someone I could not recognize.