The, actually very pretty, country lane outside my Auntie's house. Have always hated it, especially at night - it literally makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Hate it.
Never told a soul how scared the lane made me feel. Then one day, got chatting to a local taxi driver who mentioned (out of the blue) that he'd had to stop doing pick ups at the pub in my Auntie's village, because it had meant parking and waiting in the same country lane - and it had really creeped him out
This taxi driver was built like the proverbial shit house and looked hard as nails. But he was scared of the same, totally mundane, country lane!
Interestingly, my brother who was a bit woo (encountered poltergeist activity when he was about 12, and saw ghosts) only visited my Auntie's house once, when she first moved in, but never went back. Said he didn't feel safe there 
God only knows what is wrong with that lane. But something is definitely, definitely very wrong.