Our second bathroom is in the basement. It’s a small, but very handy room with a sink, a toilet and a huge shower. It happens to be underneath of the stairs. Because it’s a “room under the stairs,” it was nicknamed the “Harry Potter Bathroom” by my aunt.
We loved the location of the basement bathroom since we have a bar/pub-style basement, when we’re hanging out down there, it’s convenient and there is direct access from the back door, down six stairs to get to it… which means it’s accessible for guests at outdoor gatherings without them needing to take off their shoes and hike up a floor and a half to use the bathroom.
Convenience aside, there was one thing wrong and one thing creepy about the bathroom: