So back before my grandma died when I was 8, she lived in a trailer which she shared with her mom (Evelyn) before Evelyn passed. Whenever I would go over to her place, I hated that back hallway. I always got the weirdest feeling of being watched when walking by Evelyn’s room which was across from the bathroom. No matter what I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. One day I was there and we all heard an alarm clock go off. Mind you, nobody had been in that bedroom in like a year. My grandma goes in, and a fucking wind up alarm clock is going off in the drawer. Like I said, nobody had been in there. A few other times we could smell cigarettes in the hallway as well. After my grandma passed on in 2008, those feelings disappeared. I think granny finally moved on when grandma died (mind you they hated each other)