I lived in an old two storey house. I did not like it there. I just felt like there was a presence watching me in my bathroom and room (by the way, the house is made of wood). I see just for a second a shadow running across the room into the bathroom. All my stuff is misplaced all the time. It is scary.
So I did some research, and found out a horrible murder took place here. A family of 3 was murdered here in the room and bathroom. It seems that the father of a poor family made an enemy of a mean neighbor. One day the father humiliated the neighbor in front of a town not far from the house. The neighbor was very mad.
At night, the neighbor snuck into their house. He grabbed a knife and slit the father's throat in the same bed I sleep in. His son came in there wondering what the noise he heard was. When he saw his father dead he screamed. The scream woke the mother. The neighbor cut the boy in the chest and killed him. The mother fled to the bathroom and locked the door. When the killer got in he stabbed the mother repeatedly. There was blood all over the place. The neighbor was scared so he committed suicide.
When I told my parents, they were shocked. So one week later we moved to Texas. I'm glad I am out of that house, but it was interesting. I was fifteen then, now I am 31.