Along with the fact that I detest it, my friend Jenna’s home has a boiler.
- I know it sounds ridiculous, but ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been afraid of boilers.
I would sporadically visit my aunt’s house and spend the night there when I was younger. I loved staying at his house, but I hated it when he asked me to go down to the basement to get something for her because there was a pantry there and it was so dark and creepy, plus there was a boiler there, and the boiler was really creepy. Despite all of this, I still loved being at his house. Most of the time, I would run down there as quickly as I could, in addition, to grabbing whatever he needed in addition to running up the stairs as quickly as I could. The boiler down there made all kinds of strange, spine-chilling hissing noises in addition to feeling like it was alive. The boiler always gave me the impression that it would start hissing at me before attacking me or something. Even though I’m older now, the idea of being near a boiler doesn’t exactly make me happy. I mean, even though I now know that it won’t hunt me down in addition to devouring me like a monster or something, I still worry about them. They still have a slight chance of exploding and blowing up my house in addition to other things, in my opinion. Simply put, that boiler system makes visiting Jenna’s home uncomfortable during the winter. My nice, secure electric furnace at home is where I would rather stay.