It smelled like dead people. I would dread it every time I went down there. It’s where the washer and dryer was so I was sure that when I went down to get the clothes, I would be murdered by something.
It was also where my husband set up his workshop.
One time, my husband told me that while he was down in the basement of horrors, he saw a mouse running across the floor.
Oh. Hell. No!
Not only did I have to deal with the thought of ghosts, demons, and Freddy Kreuger getting me while I was down there, I also had to deal with mice.
I don’t take too kindly to mice.
One night while my husband was down in the basement, I went to get the laundry out of the dryer.
Whether he was down there or not, when I had to go in the basement for whatever reason, I would have a mini heart attack. I would tip toe to the basement door as not to give whatever supernatural forces that were down there any warning that I was approaching, I would open the door, then I would race down the stairs, grab the laundry while my heart was thumping out of my chest, and race back up the stairs.
This time around, my husband told me that I just missed the mouse running near the dryer.
I wasn’t amused and my husband got the laundry out of the dryer for me while I stood by the basement stairs. When it all looked clear, I decided it was safe for me to got back near the dryer to grab the laundry basket.
That’s when my husband pointed out the mouse scurrying across the ledge of our basement wall and said “LOOK! There it goes!
I dropped that motherfucking laundry basket onto the floor, screamed, and ran up the basement stairs. I ran though the house, out of the front door, and down the stairs of our house to the sidewalk while still screaming. It’s a good think nobody called the cops.
I stood there barefoot on the sidewalk in front of our house and started laughing. By that time my husband had come upstairs to our living room when I walked back in the front door.
He was was cracking up and he kept on rubbing it in and saying “There it goes!” He got a good playful ass kicking.
I sent him out to get mouse traps the next morning. Not long after, he was sent on a 9 month deployment and I had to deal with the mouse traps. Eeeek!
To this day, he still loves keeping me on my toes by yelling out “There it goes!”