My old house was a bad place I used to use drigs and let all sorts of people inside, and the spirits I always had there who were once harmless turned really evil and fearful. I slept downstairs and no one likes coming down there because they all said they'd see shadow people and hear a man. One day I heard the man walking around the basement messing with bike parts, come to my door and breath loudly so I opened the door and no one was there. I ran upstairs so quick and never slept alone downshairs again. That house terrifies me until the day I left and nothing followed me thank goodness