Abandoned buildings.

And, although they only really creep me out, just thinking of whole abandoned cities just freaks me out. I'm not sure whether it's the lack of people or the buildings and nature of those itself, like it's a legacy of all those that have lived in them, built them and never to see them again.

Walking through abandoned buildings, for some reason they always look like they've been left in a hurry, with things strewn everywhere, random bits peeling out. You don't know the history of the place, what happened in that room, what happened in this room. For all you know something absolutely horrific could have happened right where you stand. It's the noise/lack of as well. If you stand still and you hear nothing, then it's scary because, well it's nothingness, and I think everyone is afraid of nothingness/death/being irrelevant to some extent or in one form or another.

But if you hear something, whether it be a ceiling tile just falling off, or a rat/mouse scurrying around, or anything at all, the biggest chill always goes through.

My imagination always overreacts and I think of what it could be that shouldn't be possible but isn't. Ghosts sounds really stupid, and although I don't buy most of the "proof" that is up on YouTube or wherever, I always wonder, as an athiest, is there some unknown force or whatever that we simply haven't discovered, not necessarily anything that "thinks" but something that has widespread affects and could relate to all these ghost sightings or some of the crazy supernatural shit that happens.

And the first few times you hear the sounds, you just stand there, unable to move, looking around frantically, trying to figure out what it was (at which point your imagination cuts in and races through everything that it might be, from rational explanations to increasingly less rational explanations, to eventually downright batshit crazy ones.

At the same time you just want to crawl into a ball and block out any and all sensory input, and you don't really care if "it" kills you (getting less and less rational by the moment), you just want it to be over. What if it known where you are though? It will get you, so running is your only other option. But if it doesn't where you are, running will alert it, so what do you do? You're frozen, unable to move, the panic rises up in you, the sounds that have occurred as a result of that falling ceiling tile, or the wind whistling through and causing havoc because of an open door, they seem to be getting closer, what do you do? There's nothing you can do, your fate is sealed, but there must be something, anything, anything at all that you can do to prolong your feeble existence, to be able to get out of this place and live once more...

And then you come round to your senses and realise you've been a fucking retard and it's obviously absolutely fucking nothing, and the past 5 seconds you've been standing there looking like a scared statue. If you're with friends, this is the point at which they laugh at you and you laugh with them, and everything's cool, but secretly you deliberately make more noise juuuuust to check that nothing is coming after you, at which point you're fine for the rest of the time there.

If you're alone, things are a lot worse, because there's no one to laugh it off with, and you have to trust your rational judgement. And it gives you the biggest adrenalin rush ever, every single time, and, being an adrenalin junkie, you absolutely love it.

I'm crazy, but it's awesome :D