I tried to take pictures for the blog so you could see how truly awful it is, but it was so ugly, I couldn't even get a decent photo. It was too dark, and nasty, and they all just looked black.
And so, you will have to picture a dungeon, inside a cave, placed into a 1947 house. That is what our basement looks like. No lie.
Jeremy thinks we should renovate it. I think the status quo is great. Lock the door, pretend it doesn't exist. My parents had a basement in their house that was also unfinished. Much nicer, and at grade level, with big windows and doors, but nonetheless a basement. And still, to this day, I refuse to go down there alone. I hate basements. Hate.
Jeremy believes if we removed some of the creepy factor, this could be functional space. I question his sanity. This is the single creepiest basement you have ever seen.
It looks a little something like This...
So, Jeremy met with the basement remodeling guys this week to get a bid to renovate the basement. It's pretty reasonable, but here's my question. Will I ever use this space? Will I ever get over my total, paralyzing fear of basements? Is there like a recovery program for people who fear basements? It's one of those childish fears, like the boogeyman in the closet, that I never got over.
So blog readers...what do you think? To renovate the basement? Or leave it in its current, dungeon-like state?
I mean I would probably use it if it looked like this...