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when I was a small child, my brother and I would say "I want ... , I want ... , I want ..." sometimes my dad would say, "yeah, and the people downstairs want ice water"
I was always afraid to go into the basement because I was afraid of all the thristy people that were hiding down there.
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!
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.
When my sister was young she was afraid to go to the basement and get anything from there by herself. She was afraid of the ice lady Thing is the ice lady lived in the furnace.
I used to believe that a thick, black, rubber hose in our basement was a snake. I was afraid to go down there. And once I dreamt that the hose was moving around the house, slow and upright, and I was trying to get away from it. It gives me chills to think about even now.
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 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.
When I was young, there was a stairwell outside my grandparent's house that led to the basement. Since the door in the basement was behind a refridgerator, we never knew where it went. My cousin told me that it actually led to the kingdom of the rats, and if I went down too many steps, the rat people would kidnap me and take me to the rat king. To this day I will not go down that stairwell.
The basement was the scariest place in the house and whem my mother would ask me to get her something from the basement I would fetch what was asked for and run up the stairs as fast as I could knowing that a green, bumpy hand was very close and about to grab me as I burst through the upstairs door to safety. Hmmm, never knew what that hand was attached to.
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
I remember when i was about 3 or 4, i used to lay my ear on my grandmother's kitchen floor to hear wht is going on in the basement. I used to imagine that there are tables where witches, ghosts and goblins sold all thier handcrafted items. Until about a year ago (when i was 12) i went down there and there was just boring old basement stuff; my grandpa's tools, washing machine, and my gradma's gardening tools.
When I was younger I thought that there was a huge civilization of spiders living in my basement. I thought that when you went down the stairs that they would run to their hiding spots. I Used to go down the stairs very slowly, making sure i didn't hit any creaks, so I could sneak up on them.
just a couple of years ago i thought that robbers with guns were in my basement and might shoot me if they see me coming down there, but if i turned all the lights on in my basement (7 lights) really quickly they would get scared and run away. So every single time i went downstairs i would turn on every single light even if i was just down their to get a juice box. this went on for about 2 or 3 months... i was a confused child...
my dad told me and my brother there was a family of hobos in the basement i believed him . one time my mom told me to go get some milk from down there never had i been so scared in my life .
My older brother's room was the basement.
He had me convinced that there were
monsters in it and that I should stay out!
I can't wait till he has kids.
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
When i was about 4 my sister and i would play in the basement of our house. We had this kitchen set and there was a blue plastic knife in it. My sister put the knife in this little slot where the walls are supposed to meet, but didn't. Anyways the next day the knife was gone and no one knew where it was. My sister told me that my mom told her the monster in the wall took it in the wall with him, and mom didn't tell me cause she thought i'd be scared. Needless to say was afraid of that wall from then on. my sister also told me i could fly....errrr why did i believe her
well the stairs to my basement have no back, it's just a step then a board connecting it to the next step, well when i was little i always thought that the trix bunny and the lucky charms guy and count chocula would grab my ankles pull me under and eat me! so i would ALWAYS run up and down the stairs super fast.. i was terrified!
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!
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.