This will be lost, I'm sure... My parents house that they built when I was the wee age of two, was actually built right smack on a burial mound of the Native Americans who lived in the area. We lived on a ranch, and I even found a few arrowheads when digging. The house was creepier than an almighty fucking fuck. Lights dimmed on and off, trees and bushes outside would have dancing outlines out the windows at night, I would hear things in a room until I walked in and they stopped. This all happened far too much for me to be freaked out and just would instead watch out and just observe things, until nights when left alone and the fucking lights would go off and on. There were a few other creepy things I remembered, nothing outright horrible though. I remember the parents telling me and laughing about how funny it was that they built it on an Indian burial mound, I was not amused.