I usually don't get creeped out that easily--but this situation did it for me. I lived in Burbank, CA for many years. It was like being in a small midwestern town in the middle of a large city (Los Angeles). In the 1920's, Burbank, which was once all farmland, became the perfect place for large industrial companies to set up shop and for movie studios to make their home. It allowed for lots of small homes to be built for single employees, newly married couples and beginning families to live and work. One of the pictures here shows typical smaller homes in Burbank 1920's and a new motion picture studio called First National, which would become Warner Bros. In 2011, I bought one of these little homes which was perfect for one person at 525 square feet. So much nicer than a condo and on the same block with large apartment/condo buildings (which were once groups of these cottages), and larger homes. When I moved in, I couldn't help but notice that a woman and a young man kept driving by quite a bit and slowing down to look. One day I was outside and they stopped in front of the house. "Are you the new owner?" the Hispanic lady said. "Yes I am." She said that she and her son (he looked about 30) used to rent the house about 15 years earlier and they had noticed a For Sale sign in front of it over the last few weeks. They were pleasant and I told them that it was just perfect for me. The woman suddenly looked a bit more serious and said, "Have you had anything unusual happen in the house?" "Like what?," I said. The son said "Like ghosts, horrible noises coming out of the walls?" I realized that he was being earnest. I said, "uh...no" and was bewildered. The woman proceeded to tell me that when they moved in, there were chicken heads in the refrigerator. I immediately recognized that as a sign that somebody had been a practitioner of Santeria or Voodoo. The woman went on. "One day a hand came up from under the floor and grabbed my ankle and wouldn't let go. I was screaming and had to fight it off." I was certainly freaked out now. The young man added, "One night, I was awoken by a girl about 14-years-old floating over my bed as I was trying to sleep." They both continued, "There were horrible sounds and noises coming out of the walls on and off." There was more and I was certainly stunned. I asked them if they immediately moved out. They said what they did was go to their priest who determined an exorcism was needed of the entire house. He came over to the cottage with buckets of Holy Water and personally scrubbed down all the walls and floors with it while chanting things. They never had a problem again after that. Now although I never had anything supernatural happen in the six years I was there, I DID have a very troubling dream within the first few days of living there. In my dream, I was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house and looking towards it. The house had a moat around it which was filled completely with thick, black oil. Sitting on the porch were two old men in their eighties, conversing and laughing with each other. They did not see me. What made this dream unique was that I was not part of what was happening. I was merely an observer. In most dreams, you are part of the action or whatever is going on. You are involved somehow. There was a total detachment in this dream on my part. Burbank can get very, very hot. And by 2017, Diabetes which can make both Heat Exhaustion and Heat Stroke more prominent and deadly was making it impossible for me to stay. And I sold the house and came to Oregon. In California, a seller is not required to discuss ghosts or paranormal events with a potential buyer, but if the buyer brings it up first, then you must provide details. As the activities seemed to stop by the time I was there, I did not discuss it. I also figure that my blasting Carpenters music out constantly scared any paranormal entities away. It was just too overly sweet for them.