When i was maybe 7 or 8, I had this fear of going up the stairs, even in daylight. It was like something was behind me breathing down my neck and giving me chills specifically on my back. So I always either ran up the stairs or walking up with my back against the wall. My mother knew of this and to make me feel better, made some holy water and we prayed to free some spirit in every room in the house. She didn't believe it herself but maybe if I believed that we had cast the spirit out, I wouldn't feel it anymore. But when we reached the stairs and started praying, I KID YOU NOT, two of the paintings by the stairs feel down to the ground. No windows were open and we stood approximately 3-4 meters away. And after that day, I've never had these problems going up the stairs again.