Benjamin Benjamin Penny was a collector of a lot of things. For example, books. He loved books. In fact, he had a whole library of them. It was his own personal haven, that library, and he knew every book he had in it. Another example was coins. He collected those, because he was a history nut. He placed them in a glass case for display. He knew every one of those that he had, too. So, it became a bit of a concern when things began to disappear. First, it was some of his books. Then, the coins. Kitchen supplies were suddenly not there to use. He'd lost about 5 sweaters at this point, also. It had been going on for about a month now, and, to say the least, he was getting a bit annoyed. He always locked up his house, so either he was losing his mind, or there was something in this house taking things. So, he had searched the house. And searched. And searched. His sister, Ada, thought he was insane. 'It's all in your head, bro.' She'd tell him. He didn't really listen to her, though. Well, he didn't, until she was laughing and saying 'Well, gosh, maybe a hermit has gotten into that dusty old basement of yours!' That was the first time, in his life, that he had actually listened to his twin. Soon after the phone conversation, he stomped down the stairs, flashlight on and pointing at the wall. Once he got to the bottom, he cautiously swiveled it around the room to see what was in it.