More than scary, straight up terrifying. So as you may have seen, I live in New Jersey. And while I live in the suburbs, my house used to be a farm. My family uses the rickety old barn to hold lawn care and gardening equipment, as well as bicycles. There's also a loft in the barn, where hay would have been stored. Despite the oppressive humidity over here today, I decided that I should ride my bike down a nearby trail. As I entered the barn, I smelled rotten meat, really intense rotten meat. At