Exploring abandoned houses has always been a hobby that I share with my best friend Justin. Oregon is known for their abandoned towns, and in 2018 we stumbled upon one; it was filled with crumbling houses, churches, and and various outbuildings. After looking in lots of windows and stepping inside some of the "safer" looking structures, we decided to check out the biggest and creepiest of them all; walking inside this place immediately unsettled us both. It was like walking into a scene from an apocalypse movie. Several bunk beds, ripped mattresses, couches, soiled and forgotten toys, deteriorating children's books and more were all strewn about in this one large disgusting room. An entire wall of small cribs were bolted in rows; Justin and I both thought this sad, forgotten orphanage was similar to an animal pound. It was clear we weren't the first visitors since the original residents up and left; there was graffiti, broken bottles and an old destroyed microwave. Thoroughly creeped out, we decided to head back to the car. We weren't even five feet out of the door, when a piercing noise came from right behind us, right in the middle of the orphanage room we had just left. I can only describe the noise as hundreds of rats screaming in a torturous pain...it was coming from that stupid microwave, and it was LOUD. My friend Justin is definitely the type who would die in a horror movie, because he immediately went back to investigate. The ancient appliance was smashed open, bent and almost undecipherable; including the power cord, which had been cut and ripped out. There was no reason, no sense or explanation in this bloodcurdling noise coming from the microwave. Covering my ears and filled with a sense of intense fear, I begged him to get the f*ck out of there. We high tailed it out of there, both white as a sheet and shaking. It was only when we had put a few miles in between us and that dreadful place, did we start laughing our asses off. Who the hell can say they've been haunted by a microwave? I laugh about it even still, but the pure terror and sense of dread I felt that day will always stick to me. Something was not right in that place.