When I was a kid I used to break into an abandoned hospital and work my way to the basement. It took me hours because from the minute I pulled the plywood enough to squeeze through I was completely terrified. I'd stash my clothes in the reception desk (at least that's what I called it, probably just a receiving area for the wing I got in. I'd slowly make my way to the basement without any lights and climb inside this old MRI machine that sometimes made noises of it's own accord.