old scary basement
She crept quietly out the back door of her apartment, immediately met by the strong odor of the mothballs that she thought she had already dealt with.
As the rickety wooden stairs gave way to cement and brick, winding their way down to the basement, she hesitated…
Wanting desperately to turn back, she stood at the threshold and tried to wriggle herself out of the grip of fear.
And the next few steps didn’t reveal anything to give her any peace of mind. Be rational, she thought. You are not starring in a horror flick here, she reminded herself. Really, what terrible kinds of things happen in old scary basements, anyway?
Um, a lot of terrible things…she replied to her mind and decided not to go any further with that particular train of thought.
So she faced the bottom level of her apartment building at 1 am all by herself and decided to change her tactic.
What kinds of good things happen in old scary basements?
What kinds of good things happen in old scary basements?To start, laundry.
Which is why she forced herself to go down to the sub level in the first place. Having successfully avoided it for the entirety of her stay, she was now down to her last pair of underwear.
And there is a reason that they are her last pair of underwear, if you know what I mean.
Breathing a sigh of relief after quickly scanning the room for a life size clown and finding none, she started the mundane task of sorting clothes and found comfort in the normalcy of it.
For some reason monsters and other such devilry just do not seem as imminent when one is pulling apart tangled up underwear and matching socks.
And as fate would have it, this girl lived to tell about not just one trip down to the old scary basement in the wee hours of the morning, but three.
Did I mention she was all by herself?
And not only does she live to tell about it, she can live to tell about it while wearing clean underwear and socks.
And she got away with not having to wear her last pair of underwear (which, if you remember, is her last pair for a reason, if you know what I mean) for another month at least.
Here’s hoping there are no forthcoming trips to any old scary basements in your future…
