Sep 20, 2013

I think I just saw a shadow move in the basement....

I have an intense fear of basements.  It's illogical at best.  (Certifiable at worst.)  I know I shouldn't be afraid of them, but basements, as a whole, creep me out.

I lived in a basement bedroom for most of my childhood years.  I was afraid of them back then too.  But I figured that once I became an adult I would be impervious to such things as basementophobia.  What I didn't count on was the fact that being a grownup is pretty much like being yourself, but old.  So I'm still mostly terrified of basements.

I can usually get over it and go downstairs as long as it's not dark.  Or if I'm home alone.  And if I'm home alone after the sun sets, you can pretty much put money on my NEVER going into a basement.

At our last house, our 1930's house, I didn't like the basement because the original owner was down there.  He was a crotchety old dude with boots and a hat, and possibly overalls.  Of course he wasn't REALLY in the basement.  But in my mind he was.  Mostly I thought about him in the tiny bedroom down there.  Because, naturally, being the spirit of the deceased home owner he would choose to hang out in the darkest and smallest rooms of the whole house?

At first, in my brain, this old guy ghost didn't like us.  But I made my kids sleep in the basement anyway.  Because a fear of basements isn't something I talk about with my kids.  In fact, it's a well guarded secret that I deny on a daily basis.  So, say one of my kids is whining about not wanting to go down there alone, I can just say, "Oh please, it's JUST the basement.  It's TOTALLY FINE."  When really I'm thinking, "Well, I'm not going down there alone, and someone needs to put this away."

After we lived in our 1930's house for awhile the crocheting old man ghost started to like us.  Because my family is amazingly endearable.  So after awhile that basement seemed less scary.  (Except that's also where the spiders liked to hide, but that's a whole other phobia altogether.)

When we moved to our current home I wasn't too worried about the basement.  It's unfinished down there, but we've made it quite liveable/useable.  No one has to sleep down there, but we go down there multiple times a day. 

Except after awhile my brain decided that there's the ghost of a little girl down there.  Because, WHY NOT?  This girl ghost has a corner she likes to hide in.  And, because my brain likes to come up with the creepiest possible scenarios, sometimes she likes to follow me up the stairs.  But not at normal human speed - she does that horrific ghost speed thing where they'll stand at the bottom of the stairs, and then suddenly they're RIGHT BEHIND YOU at the top of the stairs.  And I think about this MUCH MUCH TOO OFTEN. 

I know that there's probably absolutely no ghost girls in our basement, or following me up the stairs, or creeping around in dark corners.  But my imagination is never ever dormant.  It's just there, always coming up with new ways to freak me out.  (If there was a contest on who's brain was the most creative at finding ways to scare it's owner, I would be a top contender.)

And besides, tonight when husband needed to iron a shirt, he got a couple steps down the basement stairs when he stopped.  I asked him why and he said, "Because I think I just saw a shadow move down there."  AND HE WASN'T EVEN JOKING.

So I pretty much won't ever be going in our basement again.  I really hope one of the kids picks up a love of laundry, because the washing machine is down there and I'd really hate to never have clean clothes again.

2 comments:

heather said...

I know exactly how you feel. We just bought a house from a lady who died (they said she died in the hospital, not in the house.) But the first few nights I SWEAR I heard someone walking around the house. She was judging the dishes in my sink, I KNOW she was. I couldn't tell my husband my fears at all because if you talk about the ghosts in the house they can hear you and then they're one up on you because they know you know, you know? So I hadn't told my husband anything. But we were unpacking and he started talking to me down the hall, and then I came up the hall, and he stopped talking and his eyes got all big and I was like, "What? What? What did you see!?" And he was like, I don't want to tell you. It'll just freak you out." and I was like WHAT DID YOU SEE!? And then he said, "I saw someone standing in the bedroom, I thought it was you!" -Yup. True story.

Jenny said...

See? This is why I dare not come to blogland. You are too funny and wise, and then I get addicted to blogs all over again.

And I couldn't agree more. My biggest homework pet peeve is when they send them work that requires parent help because they can't do it on their own. I refuse to do their homework, and have been known to send notes saying that there is no point in them bringing home work for me to do, and that if they can't do it alone it shouldn't be sent home as extra work. Class work they didn't finish is different, and I'm willing to do that - but extra work just so they can say they have homework? I hate it. I feel your pain. I support your rebellion, and I think billboard reading is absolute genius!

I miss reading your blog too, btw. This is the first place I go when I come back:)