Around the year of 2010 a friend of mine called me asking if I would be interested in house sitting, and watching his two cats as well, for about a month as he was going into the hospital for medical treatments. I accepted immediately. When I first entered his place I felt a heaviness but kept that silent. He gave me a tour of the place. I refused the basement and his bedroom. Both had a horrible sense to me.
After he left I proceeded to work on a list of things I wanted to help him out with in his home. Later on I worked on settling a bit in the spare room he had for me to stay in. One day as I was organizing some of my things in the spare room both the cats came bolting in by me and hid under the bed. I knew they got wound up but that was fear. So I looked up towards the living room where they had ran from and there walking across the floor in the sun's rays from the window, was a pair of man's legs. Just the legs. They had mechanics pants on, plus old boots. They walked slowly towards the front door. I didn't leave the room for a while. Now I'm not afraid of Ghosts/Spirits but this one had a very uneasy feel to him. I'm guessing this may be what I sensed from the start.
After my friend returned from the hospital we sat and chatted about what happened. Which brought up the basement and his bedroom. He himself was very hesitant to go into the basement. As for his room, he indicated that when he moved in there were strange writings all over his walls. Which he painted over. I sure wish he'd taken pictures.