I could never go into a place like that. I'm afraid I'd get trapped inside.. once a long time ago when I told someone about the whole being watched thing, they told me it was because someone wanted something I had. This wasn't just some kook off the street. This was someone I trusted very closely who really didn't have a reason to make a BS story to me.
Another odd incident that I'm reminded of (reminiscing over that last part) was the time I ran into 2 seperate people on the street who knew my name. I don't mean kids who knew me or something from the neighborhood.. just some guy (as I'm walking around NYC) would walk by, look at me, say something I couldn't comprehend and then say my name. That's part of what finally got me to talk to this woman about it and when I described what they looked like she said someone wanted something I had.. never learned what though, although a few years later someone else told me there was a very dark presence attached to me.