A childhood belief about basements

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.

Thanks Jon, I love you so very very much.