Years back, I had a bit of a teenager crush on a girl that stayed in our area. We hung out a bit but I realised that she was toying with my emotions a bit, and I let the friendship die a bit. Anyway, she died a few years later - terrible accident, she went in for minor surgery at the surgeon fucked up and she died. Terrible thing to have happened. Her mom and brother still stayed near us and him and I were kinda friends, no more than acquaintances really, but when he moved out of the house he asked me to help him carry a few things. Now, their house had gotten quite creepy - there were pictures up of the girl everywhere, as can be expected, but it was just strange. Not a creepy building at all, part of a complex, but I don't know ... didn't like the feel of the place, any my sister had noted the same thing before. So here I am, helping this dude carry some furniture down the stairs, and at the on the wall facing the stairs is a big picture of her. Anyway, we come to a standstill on the stairs, I can't remember why, I was looking at this big picture of her thinking (with a tinge of guilt) how she treated me quite terribly and that she really was not that nice of a person. At that moment the picture fell of the wall and as the glass shattered, a piece that shot forward, cutting me on the leg. Needless to say, I never went into that house again. Totally true story.