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When my sister was little she used to believe that Babe the big blue ox lived in our basement and would eat her if she went down there. Of course that's because we told her that. *L*
Lolly
My grandpa used to tell me that there was a bobcat in their cellar. I don’t know why he said this, but I believed him and I was always scared to go down there. It wasn't until years later that I realized he was just teasing me....I think.
Silly Girl
My dad was pretty sick of the ‘why’ question by the time I was 5 or 6 so he started making things up just for a laugh. In Kindergarten or 1st grade we were discussing how a thermostat works and I corrected the teacher because she had it all wrong. My father told me that there was a little man down in the cellar in the furnace and when he got cold he turned it on and when it got warm he turned it off. The thermostat just told him we were a little cold so he could warm us up. I refused to shut up about the little man in the furnace until my teacher called home and my dad had to tell me the truth as far as I could understand it. You have to realize that my father was the smartest man I the world and he would never lie to me.
Ya…I did the same to my daughter for years :)
John Johnson
I used to run up the basement stairs as fast as I could because I thought the boogeyman was going to get me.
Marci
I used to believe that when coming up from the basement I needed to be fast because the creature that lived under the stairs would reach through and grab me. This was especially scary because each step had an opening under it.
Tammy
at a house i used to live in, there was a very strange room down in the basement. it was entirely underground, and it had no lights whatsoever in it..a friend of ours came to the house, and we were showing her the basement and is like "you have an 'ooze-goggle' room!" um, this frightened me i was only a little girl and i was terrified to go down in the basement during the night because of this damn room i was convinced it had monsters in it. when my mom would make me do laundry, of course the washer and dryer were downstairs, i was hold my breath, run, put the laundry in, making sure i didn't look at the ooze-goggle room. well, if this wasn't bad enough, at halloween my mom made a very realistic looking witch (had reflecters for eyes) out of an old upright sweeper, and after halloween, she put this witch into the ooze-goggle room. i was completely unaware of this, so one night doing laundry i got a glimps of this thing in there, and ran upstairs crying, and wouldn't go in the basement, light or dark, for a week! so, those of you with ooze goggle rooms, watch out for the witches!
HeL
when i was about 4 or 5 my older sister and my neighbor told me my basement was a crypt filled with mummies who would kill me if i woke them up. for almost 2 years after that whenever my mom told me to feed the cats (their food dishes are in the basement) i would run to my room and start crying because i was so afraid of the mummies
ellen
when i was rather small, i had a nightmare about a man that lived in my basement workshop. for years i would not go down there by myself.
lc
When I was younger, I was often afraid to turn of the lights in the cellar. Because, each time I did I would think of an old farmer by an old-fashioned house, kinda zombie-looking, sometimes with a stick in his hand. He would come out of the dark to hunt me down or something - I was never sure exactly what he would do - moaning and crying and reaching out towards me. I would always hurry up the stairs and close the door quickly, fear just a step behind. I don't know why it was a farmer, we don't even live near any farm or on a farm, and I don't have any fears for farms as my grandparents have one. The strangest thing is, though, that the old farmer is so familiar-looking, as I've seen him before...
Psycho Dreamer
When I was little, my mom used to sit me in front of the TV and put on the 'neverending story'. The wolf scared me to death but, as I later found out, she thought I loved the movie because I always looked so intense. Well, this movie led to frantic dashes up the basement stairs (and still continues to this day if I get paranoid enough) because the wolf in the movie OF COURSE lived in my basement
top belief!
When I was six and my sister was four, I told her that the water heater in our basement was an evil robot in bondage, and it hated her. I took her down to the basement, and held her in front of the water heater. It gurgled, as water heaters do. I said, "Listen to it - it hates you so much, it's making mad noises. Look what's holding it in place - nothing more than duct tape. Soon it will become furious and tear the tape loose, and come for you!". My sister ran screaming from the basement and hid in her bedroom closet, afraid to come out. She peed on herself, and only came out hours later.
Now my sister is an executive, and she makes seven times as much money a year as I do.
F Panucci
i used to believe that there were mini aliens with machine guns that lived in the basement (i know, wieerd!!) but were invisible until you turned your back. i used to run like hell up the basement stairs!
Myself, my brother and all of our friends were under the impression that a monster dubbed "Mothman" for his giant-mothlike appearance and ability to fly - lived in our basement.
A Wild Cowgirl
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We moved into a new house when I was six and it had a very dark, spooky basement. My mom told me never to go down there. I was really interested in Greek mythology at the time and I was convinced that the River Styx ran through our basement and that's why my mom wouldn't allow me down there.
Linda
I use to believe that my basement was filled with water halfway up the stairs with elephants waiting to catch me if I dared open the basement door(which my mother told us not to).
Joy in Spfd., MO
when i was little i used to believe that darth vador lived in my basement, and i was scared to go down there.
Jilli
that people were in my basement but it was my dad's Wwe wrestleing cardboard stand up thing and i never knew who it was but i thought they tried to kidnap me or they were a burgular I usually relized them by thier shadows and I would never go in the basement
Laura
top belief!
I used to believe that Mr. Rodgers lived in the coal celler in my basement, and that all of his shows were filmed from there.
top belief!
When I was little, I was deathly afraid of the skeleton men who lived in our basement. I believed that if any noise was made that they would come up and eat whomever was awake. I would stand at the toile for forever trying to get up the courage to flush the toilet (which would make a huge noise in the basement, due to the old pipes) and run to my bed, pretending to be asleep. So many times I was so afraid that I swear I should have had a heart attack. My family thinks it's funny and tells people that I was afraid of the toilet, and not the evil men in the basement. Over-active immagination? You bet!
Ab
When my brother and I were kids we would get sent to the old basement to retrieve drinks and pop for everyone while visiting our Grandparents. We were convinced horrible monsters lay in wait in the long dark storage room next to recreation room. The drill was to turn on all the lights and slowly walk to the far end of the room, showing no fear because they would come for. Get what you came for and walk back past the two black gaping doorways. You knew they were going to get you if you showed fear and ran for the stairs so you walked up the first couple steps, then spun around a hit the lights and ran for the top...slamming the door and hitting the lock. (Why turn off the lights? Well, who wanted to be told to go back down there to turn them off!)
Funny tho, we never refused to go down. I do remember an expedition with all my cousins one summer to root out those monsters. Seven little kids with golf clubs, bats and flashlights trying to root them out together. Them or us we figured :)
Todd
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