#MicroblogMondays: The Dark Places.

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This morning, I am gathering all of my courage to do something absolutely terrifying.

I need to go into the basement, find the fireproof safe we keep there, and retrieve my passport so I can fill out the employment forms needed for my new job.  Jeff is away until tomorrow night, and I need it by tomorrow, so it’s all on me.

Basements scare the crap out of me.

Always have. The dark shadowy sections, the cooler-than-the-upstairs air, the dust and dirt and cobwebs, the musty smell… it’s a place where humans don’t normally spend their time.

There’s a reason why most horror movies featured basements prominently: because it’s closer to hell and the devil and the boogeyman lives down there where it’s cold and dark.

I’ve gotten around needing to go into our basement very much by sending Jeff down there to get stuff for me. Our basement is better than some – there’s a lot of windows and lights down there so it’s not nearly as creepy as, say, the house we rented where we had to do laundry in the basement and the stairs had those open backs.

Every time I used those damn stairs back up to the kitchen, I had to fight the panic that I’d look down and see a mottled, dead hand, reaching to grab my ankles.

Dead things live in basements. Not living things.

I recognize that this is a completely unreasonable, childish, and therefore completely ridiculous fear. I am 40 years old and own this house, and there has been NO evidence to suggest that any boogeyman or evil dead thing lives in that basement.

Still, though, I cannot shake the fear.

So my plan is to head down there today around 2pm, when the sun is high in the sky and it’s nearly the hottest part of the day – the middle of the day. That way the dead things that don’t actually exist outside of my imagination in my basement will be slow and sluggish. And if I move as quickly as possible, they might leave me alone.

But if you don’t hear from me in a couple of days, send help.

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9 Responses to #MicroblogMondays: The Dark Places.

  1. I have this same thing but about attics: the English style ones, where there is a wooden hatch in the ceiling, usually on the landing outside the bedroom door. I get up about four times every night to go to the toilet, but don’t put the lights so as not to wake the hub. Without fail, I imagine someone/something leaning down out of the hatch and pulling me up into the attic really quickly. Every time. When the hub is away, I can’t even look at the hatch, and hate walking under it even in daylight … God knows where these thoughts come from: a childhood raised on films like Poltergeist and The Evil Dead probably….

  2. Deborah says:

    Good luck! I’ll think of you around 2 pm!

    I love basements. Especially in the summer, because it’s so cool down there. I do hate attics, but my fear there is entirely rational. In college, my parents had those pull down stairs to the attic, and they were old and rotted, and while I was climbing up they broke. My parents still make fun of me, but it was scary! Luckily we have real stairs to our attic now.

  3. Journeywoman says:

    It is 2:40 pm EST. Hope you are out of the basement and into the light.

  4. Mali says:

    You need to come and live in NZ. We don’t have basements. In fact, I’ve never been in a house with a basement here.

    PS. I hate open backed stairs too. I was unable to explore a tower in San Gimigniano because of them. Also, I blame a steep open-backed staircase down to a garage (almost a basement?) for my recent accident.

  5. Middle Girl says:

    I’m not a fan of basements either. Thankfully, my building doesn’t have one. Hope you were able to overcome and do what needed doing. 🙂

  6. Cyn K says:

    Basements are creepy. That’s not rational but it’s still true.

    We now live in a split level house, so our basement is more like a first floor. I prefer it to the unfinished basement in the house we rented before. A single lightbulb, cracked concrete leading into dirt. Cobwebs and crawly things. I totally get you.

  7. Ana says:

    I guess most basements I’ve been in are finished so I never thought about it like this. We watch TV/movies in our basement, have our pantry down there, our desks, laundry…I’m down there multiple time a day. and YES in the summer its so cool!

  8. Mel says:

    I hope you survived. I share your feelings about the basement, but it is also because that is the one place in the house that I find bugs. Going down there means possibly seeing a bug. And… I usually can’t handle that.

  9. It’s been a few days since you posted this. I hope you made it back upstairs by now. I think you clearly have 3 options. 1) Deal with the fear by going more often. (Bring someone with you the first few times.) 2) Move to a home without a basement 3) Never let Jeff out of your sight just in case you need him to retrieve something.

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