Talking about "feeling" the place, when we had just moved to this city and were looking for a house, there was one whose photographs seemed right, it had a huge green reserve in front of it (great for walking and for children to play), it was well located and fitted the bill perfectly but... eventhough the location and views where perfect I couldn't see myself living there, somewhat it felt a bit creepy (not the house but the green area, we had been around many times and still I felt somewhat unwelcomed). NEar to that area there's also a street with another nice available house, which again looked perfect but didn't feel right.
A couple of years ago, I found out the green areas in front of the first house were used for executions in past times, and regarding the other "nice" street... last year some builders digged up several bodies (including children) who were missing their heads, obviously that happened hundreds of years ago but still shocked me a bit.
Regarding the story I mentioned before... it happened at Uni, there were lots of stories of strange things happening in that building (like hearing lots of people walking down the hall or banging the lockers in a weekend (nobody there), to noises like explossions, heavy sand ashrays falling to their sides on their own, etc but I always liked to rationalise the things rather than believing the story)
I had a good friend who used to work as a lab assistant who had keys for the building and convinced him to teach me to use some software during the intersession, when the building was closed to the public/students and only one cleaner had access to it. As we were also working we used to meet around 7-8 pm and kept working until 10. Sooo... One day, as he was photographing his work I decided to use the painting studio next door, in that studio there was a clock hanging at a height of aprox 3-4 m that was obviously not working (it had been pointing 3 o'clock since a couple of terms before), at some point my friend entered the studio and joked that it was only 3 and therefore we had plenty of time (it was around 7:30 by then). At that moment we heard a scream in the hall which I can only describe as the scream of a newborn mixed with a cat in season call. As there was nobody in the hall we went up to the windows (ridiculous TBH as they were huge planks of sound proof double glass used as a wall and didn't open at all), and through them saw the cleaner out, placing the rubish in the bins before going home, there was no time for the cleaner to scream in the 4th floor (where we were) and getting to the outside in less than a minute. Then, we looked up and the clock that had been pointing to 3 o clock was now pointing to 12 o'clock. We couldn't understand how it had moved 9 hrs in less than a minute, I thought it might had been an electrical surge or something of the sort but couldn't understand the difference of 9 hrs), we tried to access the clock but there was no single thing in the studio that could be used to reach it, so we packed the things and head home, next day we arrived a bit earlier and asked the cleaner for the keys of a locked workshop in the second floor to get a ladder, we then had to unlock the freight lift in order to get it up, in total it took us around 10-15m to get the ladder all the way up to the fourth floor, I took the clock and to my surprise it was not connected to the wall, it was simple clock of bateries. The clock continued to point to 12 o'clock for at least another year, when I graduated.