My husband is a carpenter and we (I helped with small things) worked on a high - end hospice. It was freaky. There were constant odd feelings, tools were unplugged, the drawers they were working on (it was a flood restoration), went missing and then came back, loose tiles were lifted into the air and dropped, air conditioners came on that couldn't possibly be working, lights were turned on in rooms that were locked, doors were opened that had been closed before. It was totally shut down, no one else was there and it was a side job, so we worked it at night. WOULDN'T DO THAT AGAIN! My husband and I didn't believe in such things, but after this had many discussions. Many other carpenters had started the job and quickly bailed. On our last night there my husband returned the key to the lock box and saw a red face in the window.
Not again!