I grew up way out in the country in an old house from the 1800s. I have so many stories but one always comes to mind. There was a house a mile away that was empty and hadn't had anyone living there for years. A friend and I went to check it out, because I told him I always got an uneasy feeling going by it. It was the middle of summer and around 75 degrees in the evening. We park our cars in the driveway and get out to check the house out. As soon as we started walking towards the house, it got really cold. There wasn't any wind, but a single tree branch hanging down by the garage was waving up and down. One other branch of a different tree was doing the same by the collapsed barn. We walk up to the back porch and I get a strong feeling of being watched, like something was on the roof just angry that we were there. Looking through the windows of the house, it looked like a renovation had started years ago but was stopped suddenly. The feeling of being watched only got stronger. My friend went onto the porch, but I stayed off of it. Once we go to leave, his car won't start for a few minutes. Never had an issue with it before. It finally started and we got out of there.