This story reminds me when visited Edinburgh, Scotland several years ago. I had just graduated from uni and dad gave me a ticket to the UK as a grad gift. I had done all the tourist things in London and headed to Scotland, the homeland of my grandparents. It was eerie enough walking down the Royal mile thinking that my long dead Grandfather used to walk those same streets. I felt a very weird "connection" to the place.
Anyway, one day I went to Mme. Trusseau's Museum in Edinburgh. I was told it was an absolute must to visit, so I did. I found it extremely spooky because of the dark lighting and some of the wax figures in there. However, what was even more creepy was I was the ONLY person in the place. No one else was touring it, it was dark, creepy, gloomy and eerie.
I had the heebeejeebees the entire time I was in there. I kept looking around to see if the figures would jump out at me. I literally RAN through the place I was so creeped out because I couldn't believe I was the only one there. I can't even remember any of the figures in there because I ran through the place so fast! LOL
I still get a chill up my spine thinking about it. The only other place I felt especially creeped out at was Westminister Abby in London where all the shrines of former royalty are. I don't get freaked out at a cemetery, but I sure did there.