About four years ago, my husband and I decided to sublet a condo from a “friend” of a friend. We didnt know much about the guy, other than he used to live there with his mother, who suffered from mental illness and died. The minute we moved in I felt negative energy, and I decided to smudge the house. This involves burning sage to clear out the negative energy (more to it than that, but off topic.) I've done this many times, but this time, the sage would not stay lit. I tried over and over, on several occasion, different sage, etc. It would just go out immediately. I also became extremely depressed while we were there, and other things would happen. Lights would go on and off, the television too. I realize this could have been the wiring, but it was a relatively new place. Also, many times when I would try and plug something in I would get shocked pretty strongly. But no one else did. It got to the point I couldnt even switch a lamp on without being shocked. We found strange letters too, and in the tool shed there was a painting of a woman’s portrait that gave everyone the creeps. But the strangest thing was my younger son began waking up at night and saying he was scared of “the bodies.” I asked if he was having a nightmare, and everytime he said no. This happened a few times until one night he came running out of his room terrified. Now, my husband is a cynic. He doesn't believe in the paranormal, or anything like that. He has an explanation for everything, and he thinks burning sage and other stuff I do like that is a little nutty. So on this night after I calmed my son down we went to bed, and seconds later my husband jumped up and accused me of trying to scare him by wispering something in ear. We ended up living there less than a year. After we left, my kids and I were talking about about our moving, and my younger son kept asking if we left because the house belonged to someone else. I assumed he probably meant the guy that owned it, until he asked repeatedly if the condo belonged to “the lady.” It was a little unsettling, and asked him who he was talking about. He looked at me and very matter-of-factly, replied “The lady with the red lipstick.”

Update: I apologize for the long winded answer! I decided to elaborate on this experience, because the more I thought about it, there really were some very bizarre, unsettling incidents, that might better explain what made my son's statement so creepy!