...cause I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling like something was watching me and (feeling like) I was scared stiff. However, in my grandmothers house there was always that feeling of dread coming from the basement (Which was finished, and contained a den and a full bar back in the day.) The laundry room was down there and one night while my mom was doing laundry she felt someone watching her and suddenly some of the storage boxes behind her flew off the shelf. She ran upstairs and slammed the basement door. I was sitting in the kitchen when she came up and as soon as the door was shut, everything on top of the refrigerator flew off like someone had angrily swept their arm across the top. Scared the beejezus out of us.