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I used to believe I could hide in the walls as there was this secretive passage coming from the basement and that would be a great hiding o seek place to hide but I would end up underneath the stairs, there used to be a storage room there as I couldn't find where that secretive path was, lol But then the next time we'd play, I'd still try to find it.
I used to believe the furnace in our basement was really a (scary) robot that came to life at night.
Sometimes I would stand on the stairs and look at it trying to catch it moving.
When my parents added a crawl space in our basement i had the idea that there was an old guy named Bob living in it
I had the unshakeable belief that at night there was a faceless monster who lived in the utility room in the basement. He waited for me to go bed in the evening and if I did not run fast enough up the stairs he would grab my ankles and drag me down into some dark abyss. To this day I have a small fear of walking up stairs in dim lighting.
When I was Younger im 24 now, My mom told me there was an old woman who was locked in the basement of our house by her son. One night she escaped and her son found her brought her back to the house and killed her
Once i believed in the boiler room of my basement were ghouls and goblins and witches with cauldrens cackling their horrid laugh. What made it worse was my aunt wanted me to take her clothes and put it in the washing machine. I was so scared, I would throw the clothes on the ground and run back up the stairs. I got over it at the age of 8 years old
when I was little I was terrified of the dark, and our basement was the epitomy of dark.whenever I would have to go down there I would run as fast as could, grab whatever I needed and run back up the stairs three at a time because I thought there was a swarm of giant bees down there that after a certain amount of time would come and eat me.
My 7 year old sister has Danny Phantom living in our basement. I believe he's also her boyfriend.
When my sister and I were very young, our parents didn't want us to go into the fruit cellar in the basement so they told us that we had an older brother named Igor who was born deformed and ugly and that's where they kept him. I totally believed them until i snuck down there anyway and found only dirty old canning jars and wooden baskets.
I used to believe that ghosts lived in my basement; this was only fueled by my father telling me that they actually did...
I used to belief that if I held my breath when I went into the basement and broke into a dead sprint to what ever it was my mother asked me to fetch, the monster that lived there would not get me.
Before my parents got divorced my family lived on my dad's farm which is over 100 years old. When I would go to sleep at night I would hear loud clanking sounds coming from the basement and this always gave me the creeps. One night as my dad was tucking me in I asked him what the sounds coming from the basement were. He replied that it was just the furnace. So every night when I heard those noises I had a mental image of the furnace bouncing up the basement stairs on it's way to kill me. Scary!
When I was younger, I used to believe that werewolves lived in our basement. I thought that everytime we left our house they would come upstairs and have a party, then run back downstairs when we pulled back up to our hous. I also thought that if I didn't take a nath before oing to bed and smelled good, they would come upstairs to get me.
My parents tried to keep me out of the basement, and therefore they invented the "Sausage Man" and the "Fish Minister". How did they come up with that? Don't ask me.
Anyway, they just made the names, and the rest was up to my imagination. The Sausage Man was kinda like a lumberjack, except he carried an axe and a garden hose. He was the scariest one. The Fish Minister was more sophisticated, wearing a completely white suit, and he also had a nice little mustache. He also carried a frozen fish. Nevertheless, he was scary too.
I was always afraid of the basement because of that. I especially hated leaving the basement, since I couldn't see what was behind me, and I often ended up walking backwards all the way. Much to my dismay, my parents put all the good stuff in the basement, like ice cream, the aquarium, rollerskates, etc. Still, after many years I had developed some techniques, and I could run down, grab some ice cream and sprint back up again in what's probably a record time.
The Sausage Man and the Fish Minister haunt me to this day.
My neighbor has flurescent (excuse my bad spelling) lighting in her basement, so there was a space between the lights and the actual wood ceiling. I guess one of the light covers fell down at a point in time, and people stepped on it, becuase one day when I was little I came over and there were foot prints all over this cover (the cover was back on the ceiling, so imagine how weird that was). My neighbor claimed these albino midgets lived in that ceiling space. I believed her because there were footprints. She also claimed they'd kill you if you turned off the lights, because you're leaving them in the dark and that angered them. Luckily, she told me the truth a month later.
I lived next to a cemetary while growing up and our house had a basement. I hated the basement, it was full of junk and bugs except where the laundry area was. I thought some dead people were in the basement too. When I had to go down there for something I would run up the stairs as fast as I could. Sometimes I would trip and fall. I thought the dead people that were in the basement had knives and would try to stab me if they caught me. I tried to get up the stairs so fast that I would usually trip and fall down the stairs. I actually thought this into my early teen years.
After seeing the movie "Ernest Scared Stupid", my sister and I believed there were trolls living in our basement. So, just like in the movie, we went downstairs with cartons of milk in case we ran into a troll. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, Ernest used milk to kill the trolls in the movie!)
When I was younger my brother and I were absolutely convinced that there was some guy called Snakehead living in our basement! He had a human body but his head was a snake and he had big muscley arms!! We knew this because we would sit around on the stairs waiting for him to appear and then run upstairs screaming! It wasnt until a few years later when we realized that this Snakehead guy was really a shadow of our dads golf bag with a golf club sticking out of it.
That The Incredible Hulk lived in my basement.
I was always terrified of my grandparents basement. Especially because my grandpa told me that a big bear lived down there. Every time we'd go down there, I remeber hiding behind my Mom. I knew she'd be safe against any bear! ;)