This happened a couple of years ago. We moved in into our new house and every thing was perfect; nothing weird actually. Me and my sister fought to have the room downstairs but as always, the big sister always wins. Let me describe downstairs.
You come down the stairs and turn to the left and there is a hallway. To the right is my sister's room. You go straight and to your right is a kind of living room. Straight ahead is the computer room. So in other words, if I wanted to go to the computer room, I had to walk in front of the living room. Anyways when my grandfather died; he gave my sister a doll. That was like 20 years ago. I am now 21. In the other house I never ever saw that doll. But in the new house, my mother had to put the doll in the living room downstairs. It creeped me out so bad. I was always nervous going downstairs, in fact afraid. I always had a bad feeling about that doll but I always thought it was just me. But I knew that it was not only me when friends came over and said they did not like going downstairs, they felt weird.
One particular friend said it was that doll that made them feel like that. He approached the doll and said I understand why you are afraid of the doll, its eyes are demonic.
Anyway's, I would often go to the computer room and get out at night when everything is dark. The moment I open the door from the room, the feeling would be strong and I had to open all the lights to cross the hallway.