When I was a kid, we lived in an old Victorian terraced house in Barrow in Furness. Like many houses of this type it was narrow but long and upstairs there was a corridor running the length of the house with bedrooms off, culminating in a smallish bedroom that sat over the garage. It was a spare, so nothing in it but a single bed and one of these makeship wardrobes that are nothing but a metal rail with a curtain hung in the corner of the room. As I am writing this, I still get the same feeling as the first time I walked into that room. Utter fucking terror and a feeling of nausea. Saw nothing, heard nothing but christ whenever I was occasionally asked to go and get something stored in it......
Completely unexplainable to me, never felt anything like it in my life other than in that room. Its putting the shits up me even writing this. Nothing to do with an Ouija Board mind so apologies for straying off topic.