Recently, I had the misfortune of finding myself alone in a Really Scary Place. I had just went over to my friend, Oakshadow's apartment to help him move in. The apartment itself was really nice; cheery, decorated to the teeth, and so on. In the course of helping him move in, I went down with him into the basement, to put things in his storage room down there.
I'd been in much scarier-looking basements before. This one was large, clean, and well-lit. I helped Oak move a few things in, not really thinking much of it until he asked me to take the last thing down by myself. I trudged down the stairs and across the floor to his storage unit when I suddenly got that Scary Kind Of Feeling. You might know what I mean...the same kind of feeling that made you leap into bed just after you turned out the lights so that no scaly arm could grab you and pull you under the bed. As a kid, I frequently leapt into bed like that, sometimes right on top of a carelessly-placed Millenium Falcon. D'oh-owwww! I could almost hear Han Solo inside...

"Chewie, what was that?"
"Rooooooonnk!"

I took off running, across the floor, up the stairs, and into the apartment. Panting, the first things out of my mouth was "Dude, I *hate* your basement!"
Only later did I notice how much I really *did* hate the place. It's not that I heard moaning, or chains rattling, or anything like that, (though that's not always so much of the sign of ghosts as it is kinky neighbor) After some consideration, and realizing my webpage was in horrible need of updating, I decided to spend the night in that spooky basement, and write about it later.

Now, I must admit, I don't really think the place has ghosts... raised a good Catholic kid, I don't even believe in ghosts. But, if any place *were* haunted, as far as places I've been to (including Waynesville, Ohio, called "America's Most Haunted Village") this place is. Without further ado, here's some pictures and my summery of The Night I Slept In A Kind Of Spooky Basement.