It's been too long. Let's do some continuations.
All you need to do is carry on the story from wherever the last person left it. Oh, and you should also probably have fun doing it. That's just a suggestion though.
If you're new here, feel free to click the continuation tag at the bottom of the post to see how previous installments went.
"Honey, can you grab the laundry for me?"
The man peels himself off the couch and grabs the empty laundry basket at the top of the stairs. As he descends he passes the house keys resting on the ledge halfway down and, after a slight hesitation, decides not to bother bringing them. They're renting in a safe neighborhood and there's been no trouble for the last year and a half they've been there.
It really is time to stop being paranoid.
He goes outside and down the steps before turning right and right again to reach the laundry room. He's not fond of having to go outside to wash and dry their clothes - especially when it's raining - but at least the machines are not coin operated.
He steps into the tiny room, the washer on his right, the dryer about two feet away to his left, and begins throwing the dry clothes into the basket. It's not long before he's finished and heading back up the front steps to the porch. Once there, he reaches for the door handle, twists it, and pushes.
And finds that it is now locked.