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My computer and everything fun is in the basement. It's usually dark down there and when I was a kid, when I turned off the lights to go back upstairs, I used to run up the stairs really fast (sometimes tripping) because I honest-to-goodness thought that the shadows or what ever was going to either kill me, or drag me back down the stairs into the darkness.
I was five I moved into a house down the street from a girl who I became friends with very quickly. At the time I was OBSESSED with a cartoon called Lady Lovely Locks. My freind told me that Lady Lovely Locks lived in her basement and I believed her and I would go to her house to try and meet her almost everyday. That is how my freind coaxed me into being her freind in the first place!
Up until about age ten, I believed that the giant semi-transparent green octopus from the Pirate Ride at Cedar Point (an amusement park we used to visit) was fully invisible, and in our basement. But just as big and mean.
Every trip down there, especially with the lights off, could have been my last. I flew back up the stairs, just knowing those tentacles were coming to get me...
When I was 3, my grandma let me watch ET (the movie) in her basement. It scared me to death and from 3 to 10 I believed ET lived behind the pipes in the back of my grandma's basement. I never went to the back of the basement by myself and had to turn on all the lights to even go to the basement.
i used to believe that there were monsters under the stairs in the basement. They were open stairs, so i thought that if i went down they would grab me and eat me. so everytime i would go down, i would run as fast as i could.
i still do...even though i am 18
Ok here it is... Trust me its weird! When I was little I would have to go in the basement and I thought there was a perverted ghost! I would have to moon it before going down the stairs to get something. No one has ever known this. I thought it would kill me if it didn't get mooned!
My brother and I believed there was a huge King-Kong hand at the bottom of our basement stairs that would grab us or pull the carpet out straight from under our feet as we ran back up the stairs. Man did we sure go fast, hearts racing and scared the whole time going so fast we'd lose our footing and then that be the end of us!!!
A boogie man and a warewolf live in the basement and like to eat little girls
I used to believe there were little fishies at the bottom of my basement steps, and me and my sister would throw spaghetti down the steps, pretending to feed them.
My family loved basements. Our first house they told me was haunted and a ghost lived in the basement. When I was 3 someone decided to REALLY convince me there was dead people in the basement so they put a headstone in the basement. My mother sent me down to get a jar of preserves and I came back up screaming.
In our next house (we moved when I was 5) our basement was bigger and each area had its own monsters. The old coal storage area was full of giant spiders that would eat you, the side room was full of vampires who would suck your blood, and the dark back corner had a nameless monster. No one had ever seen it because it stayed in the shadows, but if you went back there you you would never be seen again.
When I grew up, we had one of those old-fashioned furnaces in the basement of our house that really roared whenever they turned on. I used to be afraid of it. In fact, I used to think that the devil lived inside it. Whenever I just happened to be in the basement and it switched on, I ran like hell up the stairs, so to speak.
I used to think that evil wolves lived in our basement at night, and also snakes. I always avoided going down there at night, and if I absolutely had to, I would dart down there, do what I needed to do, then run up the stairs because the wolves were chasing me.
I used to believe that all our dead relatives were buried in my Grandparents basement. Thats what my Grandpa told me!! Anyway, I never went down there because I was too scared!!
Back when I was 4 years old my brother used to pick on me alot considering he was 13-14. We had a water pump in our unfinshed basement. He used to tell me if I went near it or in it a monster would grab me, pull me under the water and kill me. One day he decided to push me in. He locked the door. I got stuck in a pitch black basement, and stuck in a water hole. I cried my heart out. To this day I hate water pumps.
a giant spider lived under the landing to the stairs leading down to my basement
As a child I swore that something terribly mean and scary lurked in the basement of our home. When I had to go downstairs alone, it terrified me! But, I believed that if I was wearing my Minnie Mouse PJ's and tip-toed down saying out loud, "It's OK! It's just me, Minnie Mouse!" that I would be fine and wouldn't get hurt.
I used to believe a fire breathig dragon lived in our basement. The reality of it was ...when you walked down the stair case in the dark you say the flame flicker from the gas furnace
When I was little my older sister read me this story about an old lady that lived under the third step of the basement stairway and when you walked on the third step she would grab your foot to freak you out. So for about two years I would always skip the thrid step as I went down and up the stairs.
When I was a little kid I would visit my friend Jennifer and her basement had a very crrepy crawlspace in the back of it. We both sincerely believed that there were dead bodies buried back there and never went near that part of the basement because we were scared dead pople would come drag us back there.
I used to believe that wolves lived in the basement, but that they only came out when the lights were off. You had to turn the basement lights out before you came up the stairs, and I used to TEAR up those things, wild with fear. I swore I could hear them nipping at my ankles (this is still sometimes true, and I'm 26 now)