When I was a kid I had an irrational fear of our basement, though if I do say so myself our basement was kind of scary for a kid.

It was a pretty big basement.

There was an L-shaped couch right in the middle of the basement that sat right in front of a wooden

support column.

In front of the couch was the big old box TV we had down there, which had all of our video

game consoles plugged into.

The layout of the basement was set up as a big circle that went around the couch, basically.

There was a booth and table in one corner, an old bar in the other corner, which had the door to the laundry

room behind it, and then in the other corner closest to the stairs was the doorway to my dad's

little workout room.

My dad rented out the upstairs of the house to an old lady named Ruth, so we only had access

to the first floor and the basement.

My dad would usually hang out in the living room on the first floor, hence why our video games were all downstairs on the crappy TV, because our dad didn't really hang out down there.

I'm the youngest sibling. I have two older brothers. I was anywhere from six to eight years old when this happened.

My older brothers weren't home so they must have been having playdates with other kids.

It was just my mom and I home at the time.

My dad was likely at work.

Usually I'd be playing video games with my brothers in the basement so I wouldn't be

scared.

But since I was alone, I remember being kind of creeped out as I walked down the stairs.

That basement door sucked because it would being kind of creeped out as I walked down the stairs.

That basement door sucked because it wouldn't stay open.

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