The old basement doubles as a laundry room, with dim flickering lights casting eerie shadows across cracked concrete walls. Exposed pipes run along the ceiling, dripping occasionally. The smell of dampness and detergent fills the air. Rusty washing machines hum as creaky wooden stairs lead down into this unsettling space. The dark corners seem to hide secrets, while the echo of dripping water and the low rumble of the dryer create an unsettling atmosphere, making it feel like a place where forgotten memories linger.