Even since I could walk and talk I was terrified of the basement. My family and I moved into our house when I was five years old. That was when I discovered the basement, I walked down the stairs not knowing what to expect. I got half way down, heard a creaking noise, and ran back up the stairs in terror, I swore I'd never go back down there again, but at age seven my curiosity forced me to try to discover what was the cause of my fright. I cautiously crept down the stairs, gripping my Hah Solo gun tightly. I was determined that nothing was going to stop me this time. I got half way down and heard that same creaking noise again and ran away faster than when I was five. After going through this procedure once a year for the next three years, I finally went to my dad for help. I asked him what was down there. He said, Your new room I just built for you is down there! We walked down to my new bedroom together and I found Out that the terrifying noise was just the furnace. I wasn't scared anymore. I was just happy to have my own room.