In northern New Jersey at the border of Oakland and Ringwood, is Ringwood Manor.
With his sister Karen,
my friend Bob
visited the large building, much if not all of which is a museum.
At one point Bob decided to venture upstairs to see what was there.
On reaching the top and just as he entered whatever was the first room, he got an extremely strong feeling that he was to leave.
Not in a simply choosing to leave, but an externally derived feeling to get the heck downstairs.
Bob quickly went downstairs, but couldn't help but be curious.
He found his sister and casually suggested she check out upstairs.
Moments after she got to the top she hastened back down, reporting to him, "Okay, something definitely does not want anyone up there...!"