*In the lateness of night slash in the adrenaline rush I failed in getting a real picture of the place, but this is what I'd like to think it looked like*
Just over a week ago a couple of friends and I decided we needed to celebrate the superstitious Friday the 13th. It only comes a couple times a year, so it's a monumental day (the day of my birth). A scary movie didn't seem fitting, mostly because I don't love movies - especially the scary kind, so instead we attempted to explore an abandoned church/house that was probably very haunted. After trying every door I was convinced we couldn't go inside, and I wasn't too heartbroken, because we could claim our fun to Friday the 13th without really doing anything - dangerous… illegal. But just around the corner an open window was all too inviting. It was really dark and really dirty and really dark, but mostly dirty. And logically Naomi and I were terrified that we were all going to die from toxic waste as learned from our chemistry 201 teacher when he made us watch a horrid twenty minute youtube production about death stories involving chemicals we work with in the lab. (don't watch it… or do). I was positive this was the next love canal. But thus far, there have been no repercussions, and we even made it up all four creaky floors before getting too scared.
The next Friday the 13th is in April…and I might be ready for another adventure by then.
