spring cleaning

Not really spring, but it still feels like it he thought to himself as he walked up the front steps.

The silence is broken by the sound of rusty hinges. A man enters the dust covered room and peers around. As he steps forward, the air is filled with a crunching sound that breaks into the stillness as well. He looks down and finds pieces of broken glass strewn about the floor and a brick in the center. He bends down to pick up and inspect the brick. On it are stenciled the letters OVOM. That's odd...

After surveying the rest of his dust covered surroundings, he notices a sink full of dishes. I suppose I should get on those...

So he runs some water. First for dishes, then for counters, followed by the mop bucket.

Finally, he runs some water to make coffee. As he sits down with a fresh mug, the smell of it, along with the smell of baking snickerdoodles, fills the air. And as he sat there he wondered whether this was just going to be a time of peaceful solitude, or if something else might find him...