By michaela renee on 4/23/2010 8:28 AM

If we didn’t  Rochambeaux to avoid it every time someone needed to go down to the place that Mom called her “Wine Cellar…someday,” maybe I wouldn’t have been so afraid of it. But I can tell you, as I remember it, spiders the size of humans romp freely, and creepy reptiles crawl in the dark desolate corners. It might be worse than that, but most people who went under never came out alive. At least, that’s how the stories went between me and my brothers.

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