It all happens in the dark, those deadly sins no one wants to talk about. The dark…where’s the darkest place you’ll find? Your basement. It’s haunted you see, by all those memories and all those mistakes. You’ll always be haunted.
I feel like if I was locked in a basement, it looks like if no matter what I do I will always have responsibilities. I don’t wanna grow old and go to work, one day waking up crying and realising my life is gone and I didn’t do much with it but be just like any other person. I just want to climb the stairs and break the door, runaway and scream if I cannot.
In that 70’s show when they go into the basement and seem to have the best conversations in the basement because they do pot down there. I love that show and this post is so dumb because there are better things to say about basements. much better things, i just happened to think of this at this moment in time and it really resonated in my mind. I don’t know what that says about my mind but hey maybe I;m crazy.
i was stuck there, in the dank, murky room. a prisoner of my own mind. everything was closing in around me. then a light switched on and i headed up the stairs. upstairs, the light was clear. i knew what i was doing. i was free.
my basement freaks me out. are their like ghosts down there or something. copper pipes that are stained. dont wanna be down their too long…you never know whats going down in there.
dungeon that needs to be cleaned. have a big party and hide dead bodies… or make a torture chamber. create a hockey room and play hockey with the neighbors on cold cold days and then enjoy beer from the bar. Dont forget to make the sound proofing to hide all the screams
Basement, she walked down the darkness and enveloped in black nothhingness. yet she was not afraid for she knew this darkness was not going to destory her or take her away, but to consule her.
In my basement lives my grandma.. Don’t worry, we renovated it for her. She has a full kitchen, a bathroom, a game room, a bedroom, a living room, a spare bedroom, and a big hallway :) She likes it down there. She has a kitten as well. And don’t think we make my g-ma stay down there. She goes wherever she wants around the house!
they seem scary at first, you don’t really know what’s down there. it’s completely isolated at the bottom of a house. only one way in, only one way out. what if you get trapped? what if someone is waiting down there for you? but then again, what if there’s a sweet entertainment set up?
Sometimes I want to crawl into a basement and hide from the world. Living with other human beings, even my family… especially my family, is making me lose my mind. Sometimes I wonder what normal feels like. Running away from this all sounds like a perfectly reasonable idea. I’m already quasi-packed.
Watching the television and eating chips in your mother’s basement at thirty five was never a good idea. Especially since he seemed to be expecting someone to fall in love with him anyway.
In the basement is where it sat. An old french horn in a case. Sheya dare not open it. She was afraid if she did it would collapse under the weight of the atmosphere. It was ancient, really, but rumored to be in fine shape.
I am currently sitting in mine. They’re a safe place from tornadoes. Usually pretty cold. I kind of dwell in here. They have a pretty negative connotation, but they own. It’s like a man cave. Not all houses have them, but they really should. If you don’t, you’re missing out.
back further:in the basement of ricky rejection’s evil lair:,”your choice,superior man,either you hand over powerful girl to me,or i destroy the great state of washington”
“blow a gasket,you overgrown bucket of bolts.i’ll never hand powerful girl over to you.”
“then,you leave me no choice,”r.r. shoots three missles from their containment tubes
Basement ate socks and liked to sniff my crotch. I would always pat his head, remembering each time that is wasn’t really his fault he had a moronic name.
I wish I had a basement. That’s not to say I don’t, but, you know, a real basement, one with no windows and an ugly yellow light hanging from the ceiling and a huge tv screen with remotes and the Wii my grandparents gave me and possibly two sagging brown couches.
basements are in a bunch of horror stories as scary places. i don’t have an opinion because i don’t have one at my house. i don’t think i would find one scary, though. they seem like nice places to be alone with either your thoughts or with someone else.
It’s dark, dank, it’s where the washing machine lives. Next to it are shelves filled with canned peaches from the tree out back. The cans are now covered with dust and detergent that spilled from the shelf above where the spiders made their home on webs of lace. It’s been a long time since Grandma died.
I like basements. At our house our basement is very comfy and cosy. We always go down there just to hang out and to have a good time. It is like a family room. We all connect down there. It is probably my favorite spot in the whole house.
Basements are scary. They are horrible they seem like they are haunted with ghosts and monsters! Like one time i was in my old house and i went down to out basement and it felt like some one was watching me freaky right!?
a basement is awesome. its were you can hide in a dark random hole in a wall. they are good places to play hide and seek. you are never to old to play hide and seek!!!!!!!! even if you eighty which would be kind of weird but if you want to play with an eighty year old in a basement have at it!!!!!! just turn on the lights so you wont run into anything! hopefully there is no bats or nothing it wouldnt be cool to get hit in the head with some random object!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you should probably watch out for that eighty year old person your playing with….. they may hurt you with their psycho-ness!!!!
basements are usually dark. some nerds with dungeon tans live in their parents basements and play games like dungeons and dragons or halo all day. they are sometimes 30 or older.
Once i was living in California in this old house and when ever I went into the basement I always felt like i wasn’t supposed to be there. It was weird i couldn’t help but feel that i shouldn’t be there. Then one day i discovered that it was haunted, it really freaked me out.
a basement is a place of holding things you do not need at the moment but you may need hem laer like horrible christmas decoraions or monsers or my grandma she likes hide in the basement and scare smal children unil hey run away from our basement tee hee
It all happens in the dark, those deadly sins no one wants to talk about. The dark…where’s the darkest place you’ll find? Your basement. It’s haunted you see, by all those memories and all those mistakes. You’ll always be haunted.
down sex car weed movies stuff children’s bedroom doing stuff fun
I think of anything else right now. My sister just told me she’s pregnant. And she’s keeping him/her. She just turned 18.
The closet is where most people keep theirs, but Andrea hides hers in the basement; problem is, it’s getting pretty rancid down there.
I feel like if I was locked in a basement, it looks like if no matter what I do I will always have responsibilities. I don’t wanna grow old and go to work, one day waking up crying and realising my life is gone and I didn’t do much with it but be just like any other person. I just want to climb the stairs and break the door, runaway and scream if I cannot.
In that 70’s show when they go into the basement and seem to have the best conversations in the basement because they do pot down there. I love that show and this post is so dumb because there are better things to say about basements. much better things, i just happened to think of this at this moment in time and it really resonated in my mind. I don’t know what that says about my mind but hey maybe I;m crazy.
i was stuck there, in the dank, murky room. a prisoner of my own mind. everything was closing in around me. then a light switched on and i headed up the stairs. upstairs, the light was clear. i knew what i was doing. i was free.
The dank, dark basement was empty except for a small pine chest sitting in the far corner. I walked gingerly towards the chest.
Let the light come in, clean those dark windows. Open your eyes, let those screaming, knotting feelings out. Clear the basement. Let people see you.
the base3bment creeps me out its like haunted and ther are like ghosts and creepy things down there the floor is crapy and there are no plaster.
my basement freaks me out. are their like ghosts down there or something. copper pipes that are stained. dont wanna be down their too long…you never know whats going down in there.
dungeon that needs to be cleaned. have a big party and hide dead bodies… or make a torture chamber. create a hockey room and play hockey with the neighbors on cold cold days and then enjoy beer from the bar. Dont forget to make the sound proofing to hide all the screams
Basement, she walked down the darkness and enveloped in black nothhingness. yet she was not afraid for she knew this darkness was not going to destory her or take her away, but to consule her.
In my basement lives my grandma.. Don’t worry, we renovated it for her. She has a full kitchen, a bathroom, a game room, a bedroom, a living room, a spare bedroom, and a big hallway :) She likes it down there. She has a kitten as well. And don’t think we make my g-ma stay down there. She goes wherever she wants around the house!
they seem scary at first, you don’t really know what’s down there. it’s completely isolated at the bottom of a house. only one way in, only one way out. what if you get trapped? what if someone is waiting down there for you? but then again, what if there’s a sweet entertainment set up?
Sometimes I want to crawl into a basement and hide from the world. Living with other human beings, even my family… especially my family, is making me lose my mind. Sometimes I wonder what normal feels like. Running away from this all sounds like a perfectly reasonable idea. I’m already quasi-packed.
Watching the television and eating chips in your mother’s basement at thirty five was never a good idea. Especially since he seemed to be expecting someone to fall in love with him anyway.
In the basement is where it sat. An old french horn in a case. Sheya dare not open it. She was afraid if she did it would collapse under the weight of the atmosphere. It was ancient, really, but rumored to be in fine shape.
I am currently sitting in mine. They’re a safe place from tornadoes. Usually pretty cold. I kind of dwell in here. They have a pretty negative connotation, but they own. It’s like a man cave. Not all houses have them, but they really should. If you don’t, you’re missing out.
back further:in the basement of ricky rejection’s evil lair:,”your choice,superior man,either you hand over powerful girl to me,or i destroy the great state of washington”
“blow a gasket,you overgrown bucket of bolts.i’ll never hand powerful girl over to you.”
“then,you leave me no choice,”r.r. shoots three missles from their containment tubes
Basement was the name of their dog.
I thought it a damned stupid name.
Basement ate socks and liked to sniff my crotch. I would always pat his head, remembering each time that is wasn’t really his fault he had a moronic name.
I wish I had a basement. That’s not to say I don’t, but, you know, a real basement, one with no windows and an ugly yellow light hanging from the ceiling and a huge tv screen with remotes and the Wii my grandparents gave me and possibly two sagging brown couches.
basements are in a bunch of horror stories as scary places. i don’t have an opinion because i don’t have one at my house. i don’t think i would find one scary, though. they seem like nice places to be alone with either your thoughts or with someone else.
It’s dark, dank, it’s where the washing machine lives. Next to it are shelves filled with canned peaches from the tree out back. The cans are now covered with dust and detergent that spilled from the shelf above where the spiders made their home on webs of lace. It’s been a long time since Grandma died.
I like basements. At our house our basement is very comfy and cosy. We always go down there just to hang out and to have a good time. It is like a family room. We all connect down there. It is probably my favorite spot in the whole house.
the basement canbe very useful . The best one is using it as a recreation room. its always a good temperature.
Basements are scary. They are horrible they seem like they are haunted with ghosts and monsters! Like one time i was in my old house and i went down to out basement and it felt like some one was watching me freaky right!?
a room in a house, with usually no windows. It can be scary because of horror movies and bad things happenig in her. its a place of storage.
basements are cold and creepy places that often freak little kids out and are used to store winds and other thing you do not want.
a basement is awesome. its were you can hide in a dark random hole in a wall. they are good places to play hide and seek. you are never to old to play hide and seek!!!!!!!! even if you eighty which would be kind of weird but if you want to play with an eighty year old in a basement have at it!!!!!! just turn on the lights so you wont run into anything! hopefully there is no bats or nothing it wouldnt be cool to get hit in the head with some random object!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you should probably watch out for that eighty year old person your playing with….. they may hurt you with their psycho-ness!!!!
basements are usually dark. some nerds with dungeon tans live in their parents basements and play games like dungeons and dragons or halo all day. they are sometimes 30 or older.
Once i was living in California in this old house and when ever I went into the basement I always felt like i wasn’t supposed to be there. It was weird i couldn’t help but feel that i shouldn’t be there. Then one day i discovered that it was haunted, it really freaked me out.
The basement was the scariest place of my life. Every time I go in there people of the past haunt me. I scream and scream but it doesnt help.
We had a huge party in the basement. I wish. It was so lame that even the nerds left. Thats it I’m never letting my grandma plan my party again.
The basement is the safest place in a tornado. A basement can be repurposed to any function in a house, like a bedroom or studio.
once apon a time i went to the store got some milk and put it in the fridegein the basement
a basement is a place of holding things you do not need at the moment but you may need hem laer like horrible christmas decoraions or monsers or my grandma she likes hide in the basement and scare smal children unil hey run away from our basement tee hee
a basement is really wired there dark and scary. they can have monsters and spiters<it can all so be a place to have fun games maybe and there is
In the basement can be a safe place. extra food and emergency supplies can be stored there. or it can be a fun place.
the basement is a fun place to be it is dark and spooky at night the perfect setting for hide and seek tada.