The little farmhouse was built in 1900. We have a finished basement, IF the final product was meant to be a medieval torture chamber where milk fed chicks with Scandinavian heritage cannot walk upright and spiders hide amongst the rock foundation and there are ghosts too. It's pretty scary is what I'm saying.
The stairs are scary. The stairs are less stairs and more ladder which maintains that you descend backwards. That's fun. Have I ever defined the level of my grace to you? No? Well there's a reason for that. It's undefinable, in not a good way.
I enter the basement less then frequently but the freezer is down there and sometimes it is necessary to crawl down those cursed steps.
For some reason this always illicits an audience.
He calls to his friend...
I can't decide if they are confused as to what I am doing or if they are plotting on how to keep me down there amongst the spiders and ghosts. Something tells me that if I were to fall, they would just quietly close the door and go about their business.
Which explains the massive ghost population in my cellar.