I had the unshakeable belief that at night there was a faceless monster who lived in the utility room in the basement. He waited for me to go bed in the evening and if I did not run fast enough up the stairs he would grab my ankles and drag me down into some dark abyss. To this day I have a small fear of walking up stairs in dim lighting.
A childhood belief about basements
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that it was the law to hold the railing when you're walking down/up stairs— Brit
- I used to believe I could fly.
All I had todo was step of a flight of stairs and I'd be walking in the air...— Dolly - I would turn the lights off and then leg it up the stairs thinking a monster would be chasing me.Anon
- I used to belive that zombie hands would burst trough the floor and grab my ankles.Anon
- I used to believe I could fly when I was about four, until I fell down the stairs.— Sarah
- I used to think you could die if you jumped half way down the stairs. Anon