Are you afraid of your basement at times?

My daughter, a freshman in high school, gets up earlier than any of the rest of us. She has a long trip to school. She told us the other day that sometimes she locks the door to the basement because she can’t stand thinking about what might be down there. She feels better walking to the trolley when it’s dark out than being in the house with the basement door unlocked.

Have you ever been afraid of the basement? Did you have to go down but not want to? What were you afraid of? How did it feel to be in the basement, or be thinking about having to go down there?