Nothing used to spook me more than being asked to open the bulk head doors to my mothers basement. Opening the door to that dark stairway, usually covered in cobwebs and spiders, would instantly make the hair on the back of my neck rise. No matter what I did, I would always feel like a spider was on my body. I would run in, unlock the door, then get the heck out of there as fast as possible. Now things are a bit different, there is a light in that little tunnel, and I have since cleaned it up so there are minimal webs and spiders.