Seriously, we better eat before we go in the house because if I saw a sump pump hole full of cat skeletons I don’t think I would eat again for 3 days.

You can take the crazy lady out of the house, but you can’t take the crazy out of the house, or something like that.

Anyways, we decide to go check things out one time. The house is covered in vines and ivy, and some windows are broken, etc. It’s night. We have flashlights. No cell phones at this point in our life.

We get inside, it smells horrible. Like rotting, dead stuff. We go to the basement.

Shoeboxes. With names on them.

Annie. Carl. Jangles.

We open a box.

Dead cat.

Next box.

Dead cat.

Boxes, everywhere.

Then, my friend looks in the sump pump area. Full of dead cat skeletons. They were thirsty and going to get a drink. Zap. Electrocuted. Dead.

I will never get the image of this basement out of my mind. And I’ll never know why it was never cleaned up after they took her away.

That’s my scariest building.

But after some careful thought, I would say the most frightening one to venture into alone out of the whole lot of them would be the Hasard Cheratte Coal Mine in Belgium. Imagine walking into that dark abandoned fortress of evil and knowing that underneath your feet lies a labyrinth of haunted underground coal mine shafts that stretch down for miles.

Even if you were to overcome your fear and venture into the tomb of an outer building, imagine stumbling upon one of the shafts and peering down into the stifling blackness, hearing echoes of unknown creatures and forgotten things. That would be truly scary.