A childhood belief about basements

When I was little, I used to think the basemet was a scary, bad place (because it was dark all the time). And in our house, you could see into the basement through a glass paned door. Well, I used to think our dead poodle alex lived down there...because he was a mean dog. I would never go down there unless some would stand at the top of the stairs and sing "I'm a little teapot" for me. I didn't want our dead "evil" dog alex to get me.