Not to me, but to my sister. Apparently my sister had a childhood friend that lived across the street. This girl would always come over wearing the same clothing and hair pins. When my sister would ask about going over to her house, she would make up excuses. My sister was probably 6-7? It was in the 80's that's all I remember. Anyway, come to find out no one lived in that house and the girl stopped coming around. We went into that house when I was 10 years old or so (I know, against the law), and pretty much the house was left as is, paperwork left scattered everywhere, an old station wagon in the driveway. Absolutely creeps me out to this day.