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Could be a phobia you guys have, or maybe it's something you guys find gross.
Me?
I hate basements. This apartment building is old and while the apartments are up to date, the basement is not, which is true for most basements around here.
That old musty smell, the bricks and old wooden doors. Add in the insects that get in, as well as the boiler room, I get this unpleasant feeling.
The worst one I saw was at a friend's house. It also is an apartment building but it has more apartments; close to 20, if I'm not mistaken. Going down, it's also the same story: musty smell, bricks, old wooden doors. However, since this one has more apartments, the basement is...huge! First, it's broken into quadrants. The boiler room makes our boiler room look like a hot kettle. And the number of pipes running through out and the noise they make.
If that weren't enough, one room has a small hallway. When you get to that hallway...you see three tunnels in front of you. These tunnels look like abandoned subway tunnels!
...And no, I just hightailed out of there when I saw that.
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This one's a little deeper: when someone is asleep, I have to see that they are breathing.
The reason for this is because my dad was an alcoholic. Both he and my mother battled through some various illnesses and pain. Both would also take some potent prescriptions, and I would get paranoid that the mix of alcohol and drugs would kill my dad, that the prescriptions my mom was taking were actually doing more harm to her than good.
So, for a long period of time, I checked-up to see that they were breathing whenever I went to the bathroom or kitchen. I also do the same with my sister, my girlfriend, or anyone who goes to sleep and I'm near them; being ready to do CPR and call an ambulance.
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Rats.
Just the fact alone that these little suckers can give you the bubonic plague. From afar, I don't get jittery. A few feet away from me, I position myself getting ready to stomp on one just in case.
These guys can get defensive, aggressive, and there are a few cases where some are as big as a dog or a cat.
...It also most certainly does not help when you hear stories like this.
Me?
I hate basements. This apartment building is old and while the apartments are up to date, the basement is not, which is true for most basements around here.
That old musty smell, the bricks and old wooden doors. Add in the insects that get in, as well as the boiler room, I get this unpleasant feeling.
The worst one I saw was at a friend's house. It also is an apartment building but it has more apartments; close to 20, if I'm not mistaken. Going down, it's also the same story: musty smell, bricks, old wooden doors. However, since this one has more apartments, the basement is...huge! First, it's broken into quadrants. The boiler room makes our boiler room look like a hot kettle. And the number of pipes running through out and the noise they make.
If that weren't enough, one room has a small hallway. When you get to that hallway...you see three tunnels in front of you. These tunnels look like abandoned subway tunnels!
...And no, I just hightailed out of there when I saw that.
____________________________
This one's a little deeper: when someone is asleep, I have to see that they are breathing.
The reason for this is because my dad was an alcoholic. Both he and my mother battled through some various illnesses and pain. Both would also take some potent prescriptions, and I would get paranoid that the mix of alcohol and drugs would kill my dad, that the prescriptions my mom was taking were actually doing more harm to her than good.
So, for a long period of time, I checked-up to see that they were breathing whenever I went to the bathroom or kitchen. I also do the same with my sister, my girlfriend, or anyone who goes to sleep and I'm near them; being ready to do CPR and call an ambulance.
___________________________
Rats.
Just the fact alone that these little suckers can give you the bubonic plague. From afar, I don't get jittery. A few feet away from me, I position myself getting ready to stomp on one just in case.
These guys can get defensive, aggressive, and there are a few cases where some are as big as a dog or a cat.
...It also most certainly does not help when you hear stories like this.