My grandma in PA had a root cellar / canned good storage right under the house. It was dark and monsters lived in that cellar also.
If they sent me down there, I'd come back up gasping for air. If they sent me down for peaches, I might run back up with plums because the plums were closer to the door. Thankfully, I did not have to go down very often because I could cry very well.
Another memory re-lived thanks to your fine stories, Sharon.