It was sudden,

like an explosion in the distance.

A glissando of metal abruptly emerged from the basement,

I raced to down the creaky old stairs,

Dmm! Dmm! Dmm!

Footsteps loud enough to wake the neighbors from their slumber- 

then splash…

Before I knew it, I was trapped in pitch dark, the haunting metallic noise had ceased, and I had foot-fulls of beans. 

That is, a whole pool of beans had engulfed my feet. 

For moments-

I tried to catch my breath.

Loud explosion? A deathly industrial sound? An ambiguous collection of sloppy beans. 

Until some music came on, a very faint and quiet tune.

Mystery filled the basement I once knew into a circus of which I had no clue.

It was some weird folk music, but Michael Jackson was singing it. 

Throughout the song was a typewriter in the background of the music.

It was annoying and a stupid addition. 

This is kind of wack.