I went to Batley once, that was a strange place with something that just felt wrong about it. It just oozed despair and deprivation. The people were weird, friendly and unfriendly at the same time. There was a constant feeling that something was about to happen and it wouldn't be good when it did.
Also walking along the A445 from Leamington to Warwick. Only did it once and there was a series of unconnected peculiar events. A kid in a halloween mask - in spring. A child of about four sitting on the ground in a puddle. A new Tesco with people inside but no way to get in (turned out it wasn't open yet and they were doing a test event to make sure everything was running correctly). Turning into a side street of terraced houses that was straight out of the 1930s, haggard women on their doorsteps turning to glare at me. Several people commenting on my t-shirt, one that nobody had ever commented on before nor would do again. A pub that was basically a front room, packed with (presumably) regulars sitting in silence, again just glared at me as I went in.