I remember our group was witnessing in a tower block. One of those run down, poorly kept tower blocks that are filled with wierdos, drug addicts and the mentally ill.
Knock on a door and a homeless looking fella invites us in. We go in. The place is filthy. No carpet, wallpaper hanging off the walls, ashtrays and discarded food all over the tables and chars. And a huge pile of empty beer cans behind his sofa.
He has a painting of the virgin mary and baby jesus above his... well, that place where your fire would usually be... he told us he originally wanted to be a priest but wasn't allowed. Of course we fed him lines about him obviously being a someone who wants to serve God etc and hoping to draw him in. He suddenly put on a little girls voice and went "princess" as if he was talking to someone in the room. He would talk to us normally then suddenly put a little girls voice on again and say "princess".
Turns out, princess is his cat. That went missing in this very room 4 years ago.