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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.
When I was 4 or 5, I didn't know what the little door in the wall of the basement was for (plumbing access for a wet bar). My older brothers told me there were scary rabid monkeys living in there. It kept me out of their room when they weren't there
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.
There was a part of the furnace you could look into and see bluish flames. I think it might have been gas flames. Anyway, I thought that was hell.
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.
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
My sister told me that Fraggles lived in our basement. I used to sit down there forever so I could see them.
When I was six I moved to the US from the UK, before getting a house, my family stayed with my grandparents. While there, my brother (9) said, "Come into the basement with me, there are aliens down there." I went with him, and naturally there are always noises in a basement. He told me that they were aliens. He then ran up the stairs and locked the door to the basement, as I was banging on the door and crying he shouted that he could hear the aliens coming to get me.
I was afraid to go onto a floor of my house by myself until I was 14 because I was afraid of being abducted by aliens.
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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!!
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 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.
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.
In my grandma's basement laundry room, there was a pipe that came out of the bottom of the wall at an angle, and went straight into the floor. It was white and looked exactly like a hoof. All my cousins and I would dare each other to go look at it, and get freaked out imagining it was a goat or monster in the wall!!
I used to believe that monsters lived in our basement (didn't everyone?); When my mom would send me downstairs to get something from the freezer or the pantry, I was convinced I could be protected from the creatures by singing church songs.
I've always done my own laundry, and our washer and dryers are in the basement. One night, when I was 12, I went down to move the laundry over, and I turned on the light and suddenly a bat flew right by my face. I shrieked and charged back up the stairs, terrified that it was flying after me. Mom kept asking me if it wasn't really just a black bird, but I promise you, I'm positive it was a bat. I was so scared that I was laughing and crying at the same time! To this day, I'm tense while going into the basement, and I always leave myself in a position where I can run if I have to!
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.
I used to believe the Devil himself lived in the heater in our basement. We had this huge Victorian rowhouse with a strange heater that was much, much larger than modern ones, and it had a little metal door on the side. When on, the door was occasionally shudder open and closed, and my mother reassured me it was only Satan trying to get out. Parents! I lived in fear until I realized the heater was completely empty of demons, but until the day we moved, that damn thing always kind of freaked me out.
I'm not sure if this is the right category, but when I was really little my dad would tell me that fraggles (they're Jim Henson muppets, if you don't know) lived in our basement behind the furnace. I don't think I ever went to search for them, but I did believe him.
when i was little i used to believe that darth vador lived in my basement, and i was scared to go down there.
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...