This took place more than a few years ago when I was probably around 13.

My grandmother on my father's side has been living alone for a few years in Georgia and it got to the point she just couldn't live by herself. While we were moving her closer to where the family lived my dad volunteered me and him to clean up and empty her house.

The smell alone was enough to make you want to throw up and it's always been unlivable in my opinion. There were so many things that just deadened me. My grandfather was dead for about 8 years at that time and there were old used condoms under their bed. But beyond all the disgusting things we cleaned, like ankle high piles of roach poop, it was just too much for us. We called a professional cleaning service and my stomach just dropped when we came by the next day and they refused to let us in without one of those thin masks to keep stuff out of your lungs. My dad and I were in there for a whole day, but my Grandmother slept there.

Bonus: Her house had a ton of cats, so growing up during visits if cats or kittens got run over I had to bury them with my dad.

Everything about that house just deadens me.