The basement houses more than holiday decorations and litter boxes, it houses spiders and other creepy crawly things. These things could include mice and ghosts. I’ve never actually seen a ghost, but I’ve always thought the basement was the most likely place for them.
When I was little, the washer and dryer were in the basement. When asked to retrieve the clean clothes, I would run down the stairs and throw the clothes in the basket all while holding my breath. For some reason I believed I would be less likely to be detected by a ghost if I wasn’t breathing. Maybe they’d mistake me for a fellow dead ghoul or something.
It probably didn’t help that my uncle terrified me with stories of murdered tenants in the basement who haunted the grounds looking for little children. Those stories are now happily passed down to the next generation. It’s always good to have a healthy fear of things (obviously).
My biggest basement fear at the current time is its effect on the sale of our home. The basement is coated in children’s toys, cat fur (how does that happen with cats who are shaved?) and spider carcasses. I attempted to clean with some Clorox wipes, but I think this calls for a Molotov cocktail. The whole place would be better off totally wiped out. Actually, if the explosion would cause the ground to cave in, thus filling the basement and leaving the rest of the house intact, that would solve all my problems. No more cleaning, no more basement, no more ghosts. You can never be too safe.
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