I don't blame my dog for not wanting to go into the basement back home. Hell, I don't want to go into that basement. My basement is like... the classic image of a basement you know something is lurking within. I'd rather not venture down and return upstairs all possessed and whatnot. 😉
The stairs could freak my dog out, the darkness and dustiness could, or something undetectable to us... possibly even ghosts. Of which I do believe my house has had a ghostly visitor before, or still lives there. I've heard things man.... that and a film video camera caught static in a certain area in the master bedroom as I was doing a 360 pan just playing around with the new camera at the time. As I swept around a second time, same general location, but moved a little, the static returned, but wasn't anywhere else. In that corner of the room, there was no electrical outlets, no electronics, nothing but the bed and a dresser. It was strange, and coupled with hearing the things I heard... I'm sold. 😛