I have this obsession with abandoned places. I do get strangely comfortable when there's the smell of mold in the air, walls are bent which ever way and something plantlike grows through what used to resemble floorboards.
Maybe it's just the unknown that appeals to me, not knowing will happen next and what you can find. Suddenly noticing that the ceiling is supported by what at this point can only be described as magic, and you start wishing you had a hardhat and some life insurance. To hear a deep angry animal sound you can't identify nor locate in a basement lit by a single flashlight and nothing else. Not knowing how to get out in the end and not even caring, just wanting to see what's beyond that next passage way. Strange kicks.
"This is a very ominous assignment – with overtones of extreme personal danger." -Hunter S. Thompson
