The scariest estate sale I ever went to.....
was in Brooklyn Park, Minnesota back in the early 90's. The house had horrible Mediterainian and French Provincial furniture, shag carpeting EVERYWHERE (yes, even the bathroom), a PURPLE kitchen with BURGANDY appliances and mirror strips on the wall, and the whole place stunk. Stunk like the above mentioned cigrarette smoke and Glade.
But the weirdest part was that the people who had lived there had a huge collection of firearms (nothing wrong with that) but they were SELLING them at the estate sale (which I thought was a bit shady) I was born and raised around guns, so I got really nervous when I went to the basement and saw a bunch of yahoos pointing the guns around randomly. They didn't look like the type of people who'd gotten their merit badges for gun safety.
My estate sale buddy and I had gotten separated and met up outside. The house had given both of us a horrible headache, so we just went home for the rest of the day.