A few. Not far from me is a place largely staffed by people with mental and/or physical disabilities or with life-limiting illnesses. It has a restaurant and vegetable gardens and shop. A local charity runs it. Undoubtedly their intentions are good but, the only time I visited, it really gave me the creeps. I can't pinpoint why but there was just a strange something wrong about the place . An odd vibe, if you will.
Clothing shop dummies/mannequins. Thankfully, these aren't nearly as lifelike or commonplace as they were in the 1970s when I was growing up but I still hate them, specifically the women mannequins that BHS used to display. Their pointed features and dead eyes used to terrify me. I had nightmares about them and, even now, occasionally have an unpleasant dream about them. The child ones are particularly grim too. Watch the first few seconds of the West End Girls video by the Pet Shop Boys and you'll see what I mean. Interestingly enough, the men mannequins never bothered me. I would have made a great example for a psychologist studying the uncanny valley theory!
Finally, the dental practice I used to go to with my family when I was a youngster. There were two surgeries upstairs, one with pink walls, equipment and chair, and an identical one next door but in a cold, harsh pale blue. The latter absolutely scared the unmentionables out of me which didn't make sense then and still doesn't now over forty years later. I didn't mind the pink room but the blue room - no way. On reflection, both surgeries were rather dated even by 1970s standards and the chairs were like something from a chamber of horrors. Clunky, clinical, practical and downright horrible. Like the mannequins, I still have dreams about them. Unfinished business is my theory. I never got over my fear of the dentist until I knew I would never have to climb those stairs again (the practice moved to new ground floor premises - thank goodness).