I was a guide at a haunted monastery, and one evening these people came up just after we had closed. They seemed very insistent about going inside, but I kept telling them the place was closed for the night. As they were leaving, they broke the thick chain guard rail around a giant pit that was just outside the entrance and dangerously close to the stairs. As I was trying to repair it, one of them stopped, looked me dead in the eye, said, “I guess you see some pretty scary stuff here.” And without waiting for an answer flipped right into the pit. I didn’t even blink, just turned to the rest of the group and said. “Your friend is fucking nuts.” They didn’t help me fix the chain they broke.