There is something in my home that scares me to my core. Is it a "room of abyss"? A room or space so disorganized that I feel I would die of embarrassment if anyone ever saw it? Nope. My tuxedo rhinestone prom dress from 1996? Nope. (I promise it was considered cute back then). A box so old and forgotten that the contents shake me to my core? Nope. It's a plastic box. Organized, labeled and living in it's home in my closet. From the outside it looks perfectly harmless but beyond the label and lid is a monster that haunts me.