Cellar’s Nocturne

It started with my grandma singing to herself while preparing meals. Then she got lost in the basement searching for a strawberry jam and we found her sitting on the chair, moving her head up and down to an unknown tune. She was away for minutes, hours, days and then she started dancing in our basement. But it’s not the worst part. The worst part is I hear the music, too. [DESCRIPTION] Cellar’s …