Already Scary #8 - Your Grandparents’ Basement
Jul 25th, 2008 by sunrisepink
Back when I was in elementary school, my family took an annual vacation to my grandparents’ house in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Being that my dad has 6 brothers and sisters, my grandparents’ house was quite large and included a sweeping upstairs loft, large dining and kitchen area, and huge basement that ran along the entire foundation of the house.
During the day, my cousins and I would play games like House and School in the basement, having plenty of fun in our make believe world. However, we always remained acutely aware of the terror lurking on the other side of the room. You see, the basement was separated in half by a curtain that marked the division between the “living” space and the “storage” space. The storage space was, of course, where all the monsters and killers lived, just waiting for a ball to roll on their side of the curtain so that they could suck our brains out.
I think that most children have a healthy fear of their grandparents’ basement. If it isn’t the dank, spidery corners, it’s the pungent aroma of mothballs, or the creepy porcelain dolls lying around with their fingers broken off. When it comes to grandparents’ basements, not knowing what’s in there can be just as scary as knowing what’s in there. That’s because in the catacombs of elderly relatives’ basements, there are always plenty of scary beings lurking, both real and imagined.
One thing is certain: no matter how scary your grandparents’ basement may be, just don’t make the mistake of asking Grandma where all that crap came from. You’ll be subjected to an entire afternoon of “when I was a little girl” stories, which is truly the most frightening thought of all.
