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Dad and mom nodded happily, indicating that they would each buy some from KFC and Napoli. Then, their expressions suddenly became mysterious, as if they had some secret that couldn't be revealed. They whispered to each other, and then mysteriously told Van Loon that they were going to the basement for a fried chicken ritual. Mom kept saying, "Nightshade loves fried chicken the most..." This made Van Loon feel incredulous, but he also knew that parents always had some strange ideas.
Later, they opened the secret door to the basement and went down. Their mysterious behavior made Van Loon curious, but he also knew that parents always liked to do strange things, so he didn't pay too much attention. He watched them disappear into the dark door of the basement, wondering what kind of mystical ritual they were going to perform.
Van Loon was not surprised by this, just nodded, took out his phone, and leisurely sat on the sofa in the living room. He opened the food delivery app and carefully browsed the options for KFC and Napoli's fried chicken. He chose some classic fried chicken combos and also tried some new flavors. He thought, since it was a celebration, he should try something new.
After placing the order, he comfortably leaned back on the sofa and began browsing the news and social media on his phone. He felt a hint of relaxation and comfort, temporarily forgetting the absurd events of the day. He knew that in the quirky minds of his parents, he still held a place, and this fact seemed to slightly comfort his previously tense heart.
After a while, the delivery notification sounded, and Van Loon got up to answer the door and receive the delivery, preparing to enjoy this special graduation dinner. He opened the food packaging, and the aroma of fried chicken wafted out, making his mouth water. However, he decided to wait for his parents to finish their mysterious ritual before enjoying the dinner together.
Van Loon walked to the dining table with the freshly delivered fried chicken packaging, gently opened the bag, and instantly, the aroma filled the air, as if the entire restaurant was surrounded by the fragrance of fried chicken. He was already starving, so he quickly walked to the door leading to the basement, knocked, and shouted, "Mom, Dad, the fried chicken is here, come up and eat!" However, even after a while, there was still no response, which made Van Loon feel somewhat strange.
He pondered in his heart, perhaps they were still conducting some mysterious fried chicken eating ritual, so he decided to wait patiently and sat back at the dining table. He occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall, as time passed by second by second, but his parents still did not show up. The rumbling of Van Loon's stomach and the aroma of fried chicken seemed to tempt him, and he could hardly resist the urge to start eating.
After a while, Van Loon walked back to the door of the basement, knocked on it again, and shouted loudly, "Mom, Dad, are you okay? The fried chicken is getting cold!" Still, there was no response, which made him feel increasingly uneasy. He was about to open the door to the basement to see what was going on when suddenly, the power in the entire house went out, plunging the house into complete darkness.
Van Loon He was startled by the sudden darkness, and immediately took out his phone, turned on the flashlight function, and illuminated the surroundings. In the darkness, he felt uneasy, not knowing what his parents were doing in the basement, and what was causing the sudden power outage. He felt nervous and anxious, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
Van Loon He tried to turn the handle of the basement door, only to find it securely locked. He panicked and immediately shouted loudly in the direction of the basement, "Mom, Dad, are you okay? What are you doing down there?" However, there was no response from his parents, and the entire basement was eerily silent, with only his own echo lingering in the space.
Van Loon felt a cold, metallic sensation as he turned the handle of the basement door. He exerted force to turn it, but it seemed to be stuck by something solid, completely immovable. His heart sank, and he shouted loudly, "Mom, Dad, are you okay? What are you doing down there?" His voice echoed through the silent house, but there was no response from the basement, only his own voice reverberating in the space.
Van Loon felt a sense of foreboding, although his parents always liked to do strange things, this abnormal situation made him feel very uneasy. Involuntarily, various terrifying scenarios came to his mind. Perhaps they accidentally touched the circuit breaker while performing the fried chicken ritual and got electrocuted, or maybe some dangerous thing suddenly appeared and harmed them. These thoughts made him feel a tightness in his chest, almost making it difficult to breathe.
He tried hard to keep himself calm and find a solution. He took out his phone and dialed his dad's number, but the call couldn't connect. He tried dialing his mom's number, but had the same result. He thought maybe their phones were somewhere else, or there was no signal in the basement.
Van Loon He felt time passing by second by second, and with each passing second, his anxiety deepened. He walked back to the door of the basement and knocked hard, hoping to get his parents' attention. His voice became more and more urgent: "Mom, Dad, please come out, I'm worried about you!"
In the house at this moment, apart from his anxious shouts, there was only darkness and silence. Van Loon He felt as if his heart was being crushed by an invisible weight, making it hard for him to breathe. He sat back at the dining table, looking at the fried chicken in front of him, but its aroma no longer aroused any appetite in him. His heart was filled only with endless worry and anxiety, hoping that his parents would appear in front of him safe and sound. His hands trembled involuntarily, knowing that if he couldn't contact his parents again, he might need to seek help from the police. In the darkness, he felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and panic, sincerely hoping that all of this was just a nightmare.
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