In my family history there was this young girl who was burned alive by fireworks. Her dress caught fire from a sparkler and she burned up before anyone could put her out.
I guess not long after this, this family had another child and lived at the same house. They noticed sometimes that their kid was tense when he got near a certain room of the house and if he was seated in this room, he would scream bloody murder and point to one corner of the room. This went on for a long time so they called over a priest to bless the house and I guess EXTRA-bless this corner. As the story goes, the baby never again had a fit in that room.