Wouldn't that be fun? Just to be able to go back and check out those scary dark corners again? I can almost smell the cellar, but I'd love to go back just to see what I saw then.
I'll tell you one more place that scared the bejeebers out of me, the attic in our house. My room was upstairs and the ceiling was an inverted V making the side walls pretty short, but tall enough for a door that led to the attic. Some winters we had beans drying on strings hanging in the attic. The attic was dry but cold, so the beans were OK. But they'd send me through the low door into the closet and on into the attic to bring a string or two of those dried beans downstairs to cook. Dried beans on a long string rattle. Like dried bones would rattle.
The light was in the closet, not in the attic part, so I'd have to feel my way with outstretched arms reaching through the dark trying to find a long string of beans. Visions of finger bones dancing through my head. I'd touch one and the whole thing would rattle and it would swing into a second string and like dominoes set the whole bunch of dried bean strings to rattling.
They cooked into great shucky beans though, when I finally got enough courage to hold on to a couple of the strings. Another scary place, that attic.
