Experience #2: Same setup as before. The oldest house in our county is known as the Dell Goodall house. I'm no history buff, but the story goes that during some war (I assume it was the Civil War), some general and his soldiers burned every house in Screven County except that house. It's somewhat of a Historical Monument around here. We have to check that place too.
So one night, when I go to put the 10-64 slip (notifying when said establishment was checked), I notice the door is slightly cracked open. In a bizarre moment of bravery, I decide to push the door open. At that exact second, in a bizarre moment of "Scare the Fuck outta me!", the door slams and locks. I walk back to my car, cool on the outside, scared as hell on the inside. I drive away without even looking back at that old place.
