When I was like 9 or something, in this woman's house which was supposed to be haunted, apparently things had been moving by themselves, and the tv had been coming on and off by itself and so had the radio. I was carrying a feather duster thing upstairs and something touched me from behind, it was actually so scary.
I looked behind and it was all black and horrible, then I swear something was following me. :/ I've never been there since, and I never will again.