not that creepy but a story to tell: one of my older nyab's tus father used to work for this family business, they rented a small place in stockton, ca. i guess someone had once passed away in that house and the ppl couldn't sell it so they left it.
Her father is the 1st to come in every morning, and he's a big time coffee drinker. He usually brews the first pot but one morning, he decided to go into his office and do his own thing first... He heard footsteps in the kitchen and then the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. He shouted out, "Hey, will you brew enough for me, too?" NO ANSWER, he said again, "Hello?" Then he went to the kitchen and no one was there, no coffee in the pot, but the smell was still there. Weird, then he thought about all the times he came in early and heard footsteps, lol, i don't think he was ever scared though because nothing ever bothered him. Very peaceful, just weird noises.
I dont know how plp manage to live/work in an environment like that!