Paranormal Activity

As a miniature ghetto fabulous Didi a la Mode child, I was always advised to stay as far away as possible from our unfinished basement as it resided anything from a grown man, ghosts to a pack of serial killers in hiding from the FBI. I believe my big brother's fabrication of tales which were composed merely for his own amusement leaves my basement taboo to this day. The odd ruckuses and irregular creaks down below keep me at a relatively safe distance as well. My motto is I don't bother them and they won't bother me. Yes, I am 20 years old. Though I refuse to feel embarrassed as I find it relatively common for adolescents my age (or younger) to find their basement equally petrifying. Most definitely the children know what I mean. And no, I am not ashamed for that.

For years I have avoided using or entering the basement giving them the space they need and in return they will not come ask me to play with them, "them" and "they" being the monsters or murdering refugees, use your own imagination. Though let's be real here. It is nearly impossible to avoid using the basement as it is my sole gate keeper for childhood toys and academia remnants; decapitated barbies, deflated balls, elementary school projects are endless.

It was just a few weeks ago when the inevitable took place, my mother asked me to fetch an extension cord from none other than the basement. "Me? I don't know". Even though I know variations of the same story were composed almost 14 years ago, they still haunt me to this day. But I do not want this fear of basements to leach onto me until I'm an old spinster. I need to take action. NOW.

In preparation I need a checklist or some sort of plan for my departure into the blackhole. With this list I'd feel one step ahead of them;
1) Monsters shouldn't like bright lights, right? I need to be carrying or wearing something shiny to blind them as the main escape plan in case I need to bolt it up the stairs. That is why Exhibit A) Sequin dress and Exhibit B) Sparkly jewellery come into place.

2) In case my escape plan fails, I need revert to Plan B- blend in with the monster and act as if I am one of them. I need look shapeless, boxy, and rugged. And I have just the thing. MUahahahaha.

If all fails I believe turning my fear into a monster meets monster Didi debacle will eventually diminish my life long fear. I hope. If they aren't already pissed off with a stunt like this. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Spooky. Not really though, friend.

Sequin Dress- Bahamas

Knit- Thrift

Platforms- Joe Fresh

Jewellery- J. Crew, Japanese Flute