Post by angelundone on Oct 13, 2005 11:31:44 GMT -5
This isn't a very long story, but I thought I would share.
It was probably close to 10 years ago, but it still stands out in my mind. My best friend at the time, my "little brother," and I went to this guy's house down in Franklin, IN. There are a number of old victorian style houses in the area. He just so happened to live in one of them. Anyway, as soon as we walked in the front door, I didn't feel quite right. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I chalked it up to being in a stange place. We hung out downstairs for a bit, and then he took us up to the thrid floor to show us his room. As we were walking down the hallway, we went past a number of rooms. As we past a small room facing the east, I felt a tingle go up my spine.
"What's that room?" I asked
"Oh, nothing, we really don't use it," he said.
We kept walking, but my attention was still on that small room. We reached our destination and the guys went into the bedroom and started messing around with the stereo. I motioned for my friend to follow me and walked back down the hall to the small unused room.
As soon as I stepped insdie, I knew something was wrong. The next thing I knew, my friend was pulling me out into the hallway.
"What happened," I asked.
"You started shaking and kept saying 'he can't breathe, he can't breathe," she replied, visably worried.
The guy who lived in the house came down the hallway towards us. I immediately asked him if anything strange had ever happened in the house to his knowledge. And he told us the youngest son of the guy who owned the house before them had died of an asthama attack in the small unused room, which is why it was unused.
We left shortly after.
It was probably close to 10 years ago, but it still stands out in my mind. My best friend at the time, my "little brother," and I went to this guy's house down in Franklin, IN. There are a number of old victorian style houses in the area. He just so happened to live in one of them. Anyway, as soon as we walked in the front door, I didn't feel quite right. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I chalked it up to being in a stange place. We hung out downstairs for a bit, and then he took us up to the thrid floor to show us his room. As we were walking down the hallway, we went past a number of rooms. As we past a small room facing the east, I felt a tingle go up my spine.
"What's that room?" I asked
"Oh, nothing, we really don't use it," he said.
We kept walking, but my attention was still on that small room. We reached our destination and the guys went into the bedroom and started messing around with the stereo. I motioned for my friend to follow me and walked back down the hall to the small unused room.
As soon as I stepped insdie, I knew something was wrong. The next thing I knew, my friend was pulling me out into the hallway.
"What happened," I asked.
"You started shaking and kept saying 'he can't breathe, he can't breathe," she replied, visably worried.
The guy who lived in the house came down the hallway towards us. I immediately asked him if anything strange had ever happened in the house to his knowledge. And he told us the youngest son of the guy who owned the house before them had died of an asthama attack in the small unused room, which is why it was unused.
We left shortly after.
