There was a house I used to live in as a child where I felt uneasy. It didn't seem to come from the house itself, but instead from this barn or shed-like building. Whenever I was outside I was always looking over my shoulder. It was a bad feeling like it was something sinister or even evil staying there. The house was mostly alright during the day - there was a faint bad feeling - but when night fell it was noticeably worse.
I was afraid to sleep by myself and at night I walked on my tiptoes because I was scared of making too much noise.
Several months ago we went by that house. Before we even pulled up alarm bells were ringing in my head and I wanted to run away from it. And we were only on the main road. It was a lot stronger than I remember it being. No one, as far as I know, has bought that house. It's overgrown and falling apart now.
It was a scary feeling like we shouldn't have been there. I kept thinking 'go, go, go, don't stop. Keep going'. I had never felt something so suffocating before.
My mother told me that if you were late in that house the doors would open by themselves. She won't tell me anything else that happened there. All she told me was that they really thought that house was haunted. Until she told me that and before we visited the house I thought it was an overactive imagination.
I don't know about the history of the house - I've only just started researching it - but honestly I don't think I want to know. It was that bad. That, for lack of a better word, slimy.
I still have no idea about what it was.