I used to believe…
That there were ghosts in our basement, but that they could only come out if the lights were off.
I'd typically be the last one out of the basement, and one of my older siblings or parents would tell me to turn the lights off. I'd check around just to be sure I didn't see any lying in wait, then I'd turn off the lights and run as fast as I could through the room and up the stairs, thinking they were right on my heels. (I was way too scared to even think about turning around to check)
