Growing up next to the church, I used to hate to go inside the church alone. For some reason an empty church is the spookiest place on earth. It was an old wood building and especially in the winter when we didn't heat it while we weren't using it, it had more noises than you could ever imagine. I remember one day my Dad was there working on the wiring. He was down stairs in the basement and my brother was upstairs. He wasn't that old, maybe 5 or so. We had been having VBS and there was a life size cardboard stand-up replica of Goliath on the platform. Well, the lights went out and my brother looked up and had forgotten about Goliath being there. He saw the replica and you would have thought his lungs had exploded. You never heard such noises coming from a child. We laugh about it to this day.