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Whenever I walk down the hall leading to my apartment I get super freaked out and sprint the rest of the way. The hallway is super long btw.
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In our old house, we had a very large unfinished basement that leaked when it rained, and occasionally flooded. It was always very cold and damp and unpleasant down there. Everyone avoided the basement for the most part, because these qualities combined naturally made it a pretty creepy place to be, but every once in awhile someone would have to go down there to get something like a snow shovel or a can of paint, and it just couldn't be avoided. Whoever went into the basement had the same experience. They felt fine while they were down there, but as soon as their foot hit the bottom step to go back upstairs, they felt like something was chasing them, and they had to run all the way up and slam the door. This really started to become a problem after awhile, because we all became more and more reluctant to go down there for any reason, and several times, one of us fell and could have seriously hurt ourselves running up those stairs. We decided to do something about it. Being a house full of open-minded women, we decided to meet the creepy thing halfway, so to speak. We decided that since it didn't seem to ever want to actually hurt anyone, that it must feed on fear. We named it The Heeb (like getting the heebie jeebies) and went down into the basement and talked to it. We said, "Look, we get that you have to eat, and our fear is your food. But we have to get stuff done. So let's make a deal. When we're walking up the basement stairs, leave us alone until we get to the fifth step." Lo and behold, it worked. It wasn't perfect, but it greatly reduced the risk of someone having a serious tumble to the basement's concrete floor, and we sort of knew what to expect, which made it a little less scary. However, if we ignored The Heeb and neglected to talk to it for awhile, it would start pouncing at the bottom step again.