Two Word Challenge - Cellar Door

The cellar door was in the house, the kitchen to be exact. I was always afraid of it, as was my Mom. Dad would go down there off and on, usually drunk, as the stairs were rotted and steep. He'd fallen a few times, and the floor was concrete, but since drunks fall differently he'd never gotten really hurt.
There was one light for those stairs and it was always dim, looking down them was like looking into a cave and I wasn't about to go down there. It was also always wet, damp and nasty down there and it seemed evil to me as a kid. As an adult, I still feel that way.
Mom said she was afraid of falling, which was a reasonable fear. The beauty of all this and I'm saying this sarcastically, was once you got down there, the only way out was back up those same stairs as when the house was built, nobody had thought to put a door to the outside in. If you didn't come back up the same way you went down, you were trapped. Being trapped in that cellar was the stuff of nightmares for me.
I used to stand and look down the stairs, from my high spot on the kitchen floor and feel like falling. I even dreamt about them, over and over again, nightmares where I always woke up before I hit bottom. I hated that cellar door and the stairs. I hated the fact that I was so afraid of it that I kept dreaming about it. Falling in dream-time is so much slower and scarier than falling in awake-time where you fall so fast it's all over before you know what hit you.
I've never been down those stairs, even after my parents both passed away and the house had to be cleaned out, though it was already condemned. Not me. We hired people to clean it out and they spent a couple of days doing it. Seems there was lots down there, and I didn't care what it was. They took what they wanted and threw out the rest.
Once in awhile we drive by and see the new house that's been built there and I wonder if they have a scary cellar door. I wonder if the kids in that house have the nightmares about it that I did, and still do sometimes, though we live in an apartment with no cellar. Makes me wonder.