That Time We Made It Out Alive

Friday, July 10, 2015

On Monday, my Mom and I decided to do some geocaching while my brother was doing driver's ed. It started out just like it always does. I drove us through the countryside, down this paved road and that gravel road until we were within a few hundred feet of the cache. At that point, I pulled over and got out to take pictures while my Mom fiddled with the GPS.

We found the cache, signed the log, and traded a marble for a little army man. I started heading for the van when I realized that the church was practically begging to have its picture taken. That's when everything went wrong...

My Mom said, "Did you try the door?" And I said, "No! It's locked. Why would it be unlocked? We can't go in there." She said, "Try it." So, I put my hand on the knob and continued telling her that it was not going to open, when all of sudden, it did. No sooner did the door open, than I quickly slammed it shut and started heading for the van as quickly as I could.

At the sight of an open door, my Mom started making her way from the van to the church. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the vestibule signing the guest book. Because when you break and enter  go through an unlocked door, you go ahead and make sure they know who you are.

She started wandering around the church and telling me to take pictures of this and that. I'm just WAITING for some old lady to pop out from nowhere and say in the creepiest voice possible, "Can I heellllllp you?" In short, I'm basically freaking myself out while my Mom is celebrating this little piece of history and our own private tour.

I've convinced her to leave  She's finished looking around and I'm starting to be sure that we'll hear our van start up and drive off leaving us stranded in the middle of nowhere any minute. That's when she discovered another door...Which is also unlocked. Do you know where this door leads? Down into the darkest, most horror movie worthy, basement EVER. This time, I didn't give her an inch. As soon as the door opened and I saw where it led, I slammed it shut and said, "NO! We need to get out of here."

She laughed at me and said, "What?!?!? Are you afraid?"

Yes, yes, I was. That's the stuff horror movies are made of. And I'm not 100% sure that we weren't trespassing. But...Like any good blogger, I further incriminate myself by posting about it.

The church was beautiful. The pictures on the wall were fun to look at. Slamming the basement door and getting out of there was golden. I visited a creepy old church and lived to tell about it.


  1. Hahah, your mom is a brave soul! I would have been terrified too. Beautiful photos! And I've heard of geocaching but I'm not at all familiar with it. I'm gonna have to check that out.

  2. Hahaha this had me cracking up. I'm glad you guys didn't get attacked in the deep dark basement by the old lady.

  3. Haha! Glad you guys made it out alive! ;)

  4. Hahahahahaha you convinced her to leave/she was done haha what an adventure!!!! And I'm with you on avoiding creepy, serial-killer lair basements. Nope. Not goin in. But it sure does make a good story ;)

  5. i love this!
    and your mom! awesome!!

  6. Mehmaw7:20 AM

    You didn't share the best bit. Though I do wish we had gone to the cemetary first. Of course, then we may not have paid any attention to him. He only came to mind because of our visit to that quiet little country church with a basement full of mystery. Oooo eeeee ooooo.

  7. What a crazy cool experience! Your mom's adventurous spirit cracks me up because I would have had the exact same reaction as you. Nooooo way would I have gone in that dark creepy basement, let alone that first unlocked door! :)


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