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Unfinished basements at nighttime scare the hell out of me.
I was about six or seven years old when we moved into a new home, that had an unfinished basement. That evening, my Dad asked me to go downstairs and grab a hammer for him. While I was down there, I heard a ghostly type voice whisper my name - and that's all it took for me to lose it... I screamed blue murder, and my folks came running downstairs to "save" me.
Now for the last twenty years, I can't enter an unfinished basement without almost breaking into a cold sweat...
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