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When I was 4-6, my uncle moved into a new house. He had a huge basement with a wooden staircase. Due to the Home Alone series which I loved, I was afraid to climb down the stairs because I thought I'd fall through
Home Alone Girl
When I was younger, I was always afraid of being in the basement by myself if it was dark, so if I was turning off the lights at night, I would run up the stairs. After I turned off the lights, I was convinced that monsters came out and had a party in my basement.
I used to believe there was a giant squirrel that lived in my grandparents basement. I would only go down there with a lot of people.
nick
When I was growing up, my parents had a crawlspace in their basement. My cousins used to tell me that a little skinny blue boy named Andrew lived in there and wanted to eat me. I avoided the basement.
When I was little my dad would tell me that Dino from the Flinstone's was evil and he ate little kids. He also said that he lived in my basement. I truly believed that it was true and never went in my basement
Erin
When I was little my grandfather would tell us a story. "There once was a little (boy or girl) named (enter name) who came to visit" (I don't remember all of it), but he would say it in such a quiet deep voice, that all us grandchildren would get close to hear, and he would go on, and at the end he would scream "And the Boggieman Got Them" - We would all scream -- TO this day, I will not be in their basement alone, and I walk up the stairs backwards, because Im afraid of the boogieman! - Im 26!
Turner
When I was little my dad told me that there were ceiling trolls in the basement and to scare them off I had to stick a piece of cheese to my forehead when i went down to get the laundry...
Pretty sure my dad laughed everytime I did it, and I just thought it was because he was big enough to not need the cheese anymore...
casey
When I was like 3 years my grandfather died and a few years later I discovered a hole covered with a metal plate underneath the stairs in our basement.
Until I was 10 or so I kept thinking that my dead grandfather was buried in there.
Until my parents built a wall there so there is no space underneath the stairs I was scared to hell whenever I passed that hole!
Tobi
I used to belive their was a killer Pink Bunny living in my basement, this was becasue of a old easter decoration lying in the shadows of my basement.
Later on in life I thought the Basement was infested with spiders, due to the cobwebs clinged to the ceiling.
Emi
when i was little i thought if i didnt run up the basement stairs when my back was turned, a wolf would get me
I and my cousins were convinced that blind old people lived in our basement because one of my cousin's friends had told her so. We thought they were somewhere behind the walls. We were so scared to go downstairs, but we used to go anyway, and we really thought we could hear them chatter or whistle putting our ears on the wall. The power of autosuggestion...lol
Sara
I used to think that their was a HUGE tarantula hiding in the furthest room in our basement, and so when I would turn around to go back upstairs, I always ran top-speed, looking behind me frantically to see if it was there.
supermk342
My friend's basement had loose shelves and if things weren’t on straight they would fall and crash. This is the reason we weren’t allowed in his basement as kids but no matter what his mom told him he was convinced that his dad had "untrained pokemon" down there and they were dangerous.
To keep us out of the unfinished basement my grandfather told us kids that there were crocodiles living down there.
At my grandma’s basement there was a hold in the middle of the floor to sweep dirt and water into after a storm. It was shallow and covered with a piece of wood. For years I thought it was a portal to Hell or a grave.
I used to think that if i went into my basement, (I was 5.......) and all the lights were off, that Chuckie, the evil doll, would jump out and kill me!!!!! I still sort of belevie this a little......hehehehehe
Carinne
I used to believe that a crocodile lived in my basement. So when I was too old for my pacifier, my mom told me that Mrs. Owl (The owl that watches what I do and tells God and Santa if I was bad) came in and pooped on them. We had to throw them down to the crocodile along with some money so that he could buy me new ones.
Z
In the home I lived in as a kid we had a second storage area in the basement. There was no door in the door frame and our furnace was down there. All I ever saw was the red light from the furnace and my parents told me it was santa's eye and that it watched me. So every time I went in the basement I'd run and jump passed the open doorframe so santa couldn't see me
Kali
when i was little i thought that there were always robbers in my basement so i would always yell that i was like a black belt in karate to try and scare them away
When I was little I would never go down into the basement without being accompanied by other people, I thought the old toys would come alive and kill me.
Micah
I USED TO HAVE A BASEMENT IM GLAD I DONT ANY MORE THERE USED TO BE A MONSTER IN IT [I THINK]
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