My friend bought a cottage which, from the outside anyway, was just absolutely perfect. It was like a child's drawing of a house - red door in the middle, windows perfectly symmetrical either side and a chimney for the open fire. I was so looking forward to visiting.
Oh my goodness, it was so scary inside! It had a galleried landing, and I constantly felt like someone was up the stairs, peering at us from over the top of the bannister. Horrible, it was such a malevolent atmosphere. I never mentioned it to my friend but she lived there happily for years. It's made me feel really uneasy even typing this, I normally don't allow myself to think about it.
I've been to Glastonbury, Bath, London, Keswick and lots of other places mentioned here without any problems at all, but Christ, that cottage scared the giblets out of me!! Oh and I absolutely won't hear a word against Bristol - the details are too outing as I tell loads of people IRL about this, but I've been there twice with my previous job and the people I met were the kindest, most thoughtful people ever.