I once lived in a house that, despite my best witchy efforts, could NOT feel right. The basement was downright creepy. It was so creepy that I could only bear to go down there to do laundry during daylight hours. My dog abjectly refused to go down there under any circumstances.

I saged the fuck out of that place. Finally, in desperation, I called a few of my witchy friends and they all converged one night. We tried our best...and it culminated in one friend channeling this really nasty asshole who once owned the house. He looked me dead in the eye and demanded scotch. When I told him I did not have any, he told me to make sure I had some when he came by next. He point blank told me he was NOT leaving and that as long as he had say-so there would be no < insert racist diatribe > setting foot in this house.

I was all too happy to get the fuck out of that house.