He Never Liked Going Down Into That Basement...

He never liked going down into that basement, but he didn't know for what reason why. There was nothing special or frightening in this the basement/there (Not a correction, just a suggestion, because you already established it was a basement.), but something kept him away from it. He wanted to know the reason. It is always an uncomfortable and unpleasant feeling when you don't know something about yourself that you should know. This feeling keeps you awake in the middle of the night, persuades you to think and think and think and do nothing but think. So he decided to get rid of it.
One summer day he woke up, did his morning ritual/routine which consisted of brushing his teeth, making breakfast and reading fresh the day's newspaper brought to him by a the teenage paperboy. A pretty usual morning ritual routine, don't you think so? But at that day he split over his coffee. His hands were trembling. He was afraid. Afraid of getting to know something new about himself. But he went down into that basement.
Plain grey walls, a dirty white ceiling and empty boxes on the floor. And nothing more, nothing special that should attract his curiosity. A few minutes later he realized why he was so terrified by of this basement. He used to play with his childhood friends in the basement here.
This basement was totally completely filled with happy memories, laughs and interesting conversations. He saw knew it, but the question was still unanswered. Why was he so afraid of going down into the basement?
He thought for a few minutes and said to himself, "I see now. I didn't want to let go of these memories so I just buried them deep in my heart. And this basement... is some kind of symbol. If I enter it, I'll let these precious memories go. So simple. Why was I so terrified? Such a silly feeling... Anyway, it's over now."
He went back to his kitchen, poured himself some coffee and sat silently.

P.S. I know this entry looks somehow kind of silly, but don't judge me like as a professional writer. Thank you for reading!

A nice little story about a basement and a guy with a pretty terrible memory. :P You already know how I feel about your English, but I will say that in this story things read more naturally than in your first one, at the expense of a few more minor grammar mistakes. I think you improved, anyway. :P

Nicely done and keep writing - you may not be a professional writer now but you're certainly on track to becoming one. :D