All the buildings at my primary (elementary/grade/whatever-you-call-it) school were old Victorian houses that had been turned into classrooms while still preserving much of the original decor. The school library was in a particularly dim and dusty house that looked a bit like the Gryffindor common room. Occasionally, while tucked away in some dark corner reading scary stories, you'd feel a gentle breeze even though no one had walked past, or hear the floorboards creak in the empty attic above. Theories about hauntings were ripe, with each story more far-fetched than the last.
