Ok I think it's early enough in the day to share a haunting story. I have more around this particular house than I can remember, and many that I try not to, but here goes nothing. (As I write this, I shiver. Include background, it's pretty long)
My grandparents lived in a house in a historic district of the town I grew up in. Most of the houses were from the 1800's, however, their house had been built around 1920 if I recall. From what I was told, it was a replica of the house that had stood there and may have used the same foundation, I'm not sure. I don't remember ever being told what happened to the first house but I do remember comming to the conclusion that it had burnt down. It's 4 story Victorian with a dirt cellar (bottom floor, which was half-underground and contained utilities, half bath and storage), the first floor which had a sitting room, full bath, kitchen, formal dining, formal living room, foyer and long hallway with the grand staircase. The second floor had a master bedroom with attached nursery, 3 small bedrooms and a full bath, and then the third floor was a full attic with two bedrooms, giant playroom and half bath. It had extensive built-ins throughout all levels and there was at least one passage (I was never brave enough to look for more). A greenhouse ran from the celler up to the second floor along the corner of the house by the kitchen. It also had a fully enclosed back porch.
Anyway, this house was evil. It terrified me when I was young, although as I got older I learned to deal with it and just trust when I felt something was off. On an early occasion, I was playing by the grand staircase. Between the celler level and first level, there was a landing with a side door, and I would often play on the stairs between the door and the first floor. I was playing with barbies and I started hearing voices in the cellar, arguing. I thought it was my grandparents, although I'd never heard them argue. They'd been in the kitchen and since you can access the cellar through the greenhouse from there, I didn't think much of it. Until the voices got closer to the cellar door. They were not human. I remember being frozen in fear as I listened to them coming closer and closer, grumbling something I couldn't understand in these voices that sounded like a mix between a cat talking and a cow. I thought they were coming for me and I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, couldn't scream. The doorknob to the cellar started glowing red and I was in full panic inside. I was probably around 6 at the time and didn't know quite what was going on, but I knew how evil it felt.
Someone pulled into the drive, roaring past the side door, and everything went still for a moment. The air was hot but it was quiet. As the side door opened, the feeling of evil vanished, the doorknob stopped glowing, and the air got very, very cold. My uncle, who was in college, came through the door and saw me there and just took me up to the kitchen. I never told anyone about this but my mom's mom knew the house was 'off' and my mom always believed what I did tell her, so I'd imagine it wasn't a secret that something went on there.
I don't know much about my Scottish side, although the extensive geneology exists. I know that the highland clan we are from is known for being sensitive and especially for having second sight and I've read much folklore about 'us'. The name often makes it into fiction where a sensitive Scott is involved. I never met my grandfather's mother but I think there's a very good reason that her picture was in the hallway with the grand staircase. Most of my enounters in the house centered around the celler, master bedroom (which wasn't used as such), the attic and the staircase. I've never researched what happened to the first house on that property but as I've found the courage to share one of the worst stories, perhaps I'll find the courage to look into it. If anyone knows where to start researching that sort of thing, can you PM me?