When my parents were younger they stayed in a family friends house in Baltimore for a few days while visiting some friends. When they got to the house the power was off so my dad had to go into the basement and turn on the power. The basement was unfinished and gave him a weird vibe so after he turned the power on he went upstairs and locked the basement door. Throughout their stay creepy things kept happening to them like the window shades would roll up on their own, they would receive phone calls with faint noises on the other end but no voices, and noises coming from the basement. My mom wanted to leave early because she was scared but my dad said it was just and old house so a lot of the stuff was falling apart and making noises. The house also had a long hallway leading to the room they were staying with at the end. One night my mom had a dream that they was a tall man at the end of the hallway standing there scraping the wall with a knife. When she came out of the room the man charged her and when he got close to her she woke up. She woke up sweating and scared shitless. She woke my dad up and made him pack their stuff up and left. My dad had to go back into the basement to turn on the power but the lightbulb at the bottom of the steps burnt out so he grabbed a flashlight. He went down the steps turned off the power and turned around to leave. When he was about 10 feet from the steps the flashlight bulb exploded and shattered the glass. He stumbled through the dark, ran up the steps and left. While they were driving home my mom explained the dream she had to my dad and why she wanted to leave so badly. My dad freaked out because he had the same dream the night before.