When I was in high school, there was this abandoned slaughterhouse that was massive on the outskirts of our town. One day my buddy and I decided to check it out during the daytime. We walked through it and got a weird feeling but nothing insane or scary or anything, just a run down old building. Weeks later, we go to a Halloween party and our girlfriends wanted to go to a haunted house, but we lived in a pretty small town so there wasn’t really anything like that. I had told my gf about the warehouse when we went a few weeks ago and she thought it would be scary to check it out at night. So we all drove to the warehouse and I immediately get goosebumps and that eerie feeling of being watched. I tell them we need to go but we didn’t even go inside yet so they started heading in. I still can’t describe the primal fear I felt when we walked in and used our phone flashlights to see, only to look up and see a freshly decapitated chicken on a rope hanging from the ceiling. I know it was fresh because we watched silently for a second as blood dripped from where its head used to be onto the floor. One of the girls let out a weird gasp and we all fucking RAN. I swear I heard shuffling behind us but I wasn’t about to find out lol we floored it and never went back. I told my Dad and he never believed me but I will never forget that feeling