sit urself down for this weird ass story
So once upon a time I had a friend who lived with her mom. Her mom ended up moving in with her weird coworker because the rent was really cheap. He was really tall and extremely skinny and had black unkempt hair, black stubble all over his face, glasses, and just an overall general uncleanliness vibe about him. The house he lived in was his mother's house that he had never moved out of. She ended up dying about 6 months before my friend and her mother moved in. Basically the house was in the exact same state his mother left it in. Not only that but the actual house itself I don't think had any work on it done since the day it was built. Everything inside was 60s/70s style. He had a cat that was over 20 years old, all black and extremely skinny, also it always had a greasy appearance to its fur. That guy loved that cat. The house smelled like cat piss and just dirt, grime, ugh.
Originally when he lived in it with his mother he lived in the basement. Now that his mother had passed he moved into a room upstairs. When my friend moved in he kept the door to the basement locked at all times. He told my friend and her mother that they weren't allowed to go downstairs. Usually this wouldn't be a huge deal, but the washer and dryer were located in the basement. Even if they wanted to wash clothes they had to give their clothes to him and he would wash them.
Anyway my friend and I would go over a lot to visit our friend who lived there. It became apparent pretty quickly that the guy they were living with was pretty odd. We would talk a lot about the basement and how he could be hiding bodies in there or what not. My friend told me that one day her mom was watching tv in the living room with the guy when she heard light banging coming from the side of the wall where the basement was located. She tried to inspect it, but he dismissed it pretty quickly and just ran downstairs to take care of it. Eventually it came to the point where it started to really freak us out what he could be hiding down there. One day while he was out he left the light on that led down into the basement. The basement door had a cat door on it so we pushed it up to look in. All we could see from that point was stairs. I know this doesn't seem scary. But everything about it was just so freaky that we were terrified of what we would find.
His room door was always shut so we kind of assumed it was locked. That day we decided to try and get in his room since the basement door had a hefty lock on it. When we realized there wasn't a lock on his room door we simply just walked in. This was one of those "omg I wish I never opened that door" moments. In his room were soda bottles, beer bottles, every kind of hard liquor bottle, and gallon jugs everywhere full of piss. At that moment we speculated that the basement must be full of those same bottles, but tons more. Sometime after that he ended up forgetting to lock the basement door one day and we eventually got to go downstairs. It was what we had thought, but just so much grosser. 20x more bottles everywhere all full of piss, trash, food. So incredibly nasty.
And that's my story of how I worked up something really scary into my head to find out it was quite a different kind of scary