What better time of year to show off the creepiest part of our home!
I grew up in a new house, with a finished basement, containing a family room, play room, storage room and half bath/laundry. Despite being the first family to live there, I allowed my superb imagination to convince me of horrific monsters and terrifying ghosts that lived in the carpeted basement. I managed to survive childhood without any interference from metaphysical malevolence, and I’ve lived in some creepy old places, without incident, before finally moving to this house, and seeing a truly scary basement. While I can’t rationalize otherworldly beliefs, I can still spook the shit out of myself on a regular basis.
Our basement is creepy. It’s the original earthen floor surface, with the last owner laying down carpet samples and plastic sheeting. Gaaaah. I don’t want to guess at what lies beneath the wood panel walls he put up. The space is about 12 feet long, 18 feet wide, and 5’5 in the tallest spots (I’m 5’4, conveniently). We use the area for storage of our least valuable items, sealed in Rubbermaid containers. It’s also a great spot to stick off-season outdoor planters and yard items. Ready to see?
Oooh, but what is this; a heavy Rubbermaid labeled ‘kitchen’, stuck in a back corner??
Depending on your tastes, this is a truly frightening, or magically wondrous final discovery: