When I was young I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area. In comparison to other states or even other countries California is relatively young, meaning, that there is not nearly as much history as other locations.
When I young girl of about 9 or 10 my brother (whom is 3 years older than me) wanted to go check out the "haunted house" on our block. From the outside is was a modest single story house and judging the rest of the neighborhood was built around 1940, not too old. However, from the outside the white paint was peeling and there was a huge weeping willow that covered most of the house, plus the windows were very dirty and hard to see into. Now remember, I was only 9 or 10 so this is what I remember seeing.
My brother and his friends decide to "explore" (technically break in). I had never been in the house because it was vacant for many years. Walking around the house it looked normal, wood floors, white walls, and empty. My brother and his friends were goofing off in the kitchen and I went into the hallway. This is when I got really turned around and started to panic a little.
This was about a 1400 square foot home, not very large. I walked towards the bathroom end of the hallway and opened the cabinet in the bathroom (just being snoopy) and closed it. I gained my composure and walked out of the bathroom and passed the hallway closet and found my way back to the entrance to the living room when something caught my eye. I whipped my head back to the bathroom and the bathroom cabinet was open as well as the hall cupboard doors. I was totally freaked out and ran back to my brother and got out of there.
A few months later a girl my age and her family moved in, I was very good friends with her. She probably thought I was weird but I never wanted to spend the night at her house.
Sounds minor but I was just a kid and even now at 35 I still remember how scared I was.