I already made a thread about it not to long ago, but I guess I can post it here.
I can't go into my Dad's room for more than like a minute without being freaked the fuck out. I have no idea why. The moment I get into the room I get this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach and I get the chills. I was in there today trying to run on his treadmill and do a little workout but I couldn't do it. I started a set up sit ups and stopped halfway. My dog Max that loves me to death came up to the door(I had it opened) took one look at me and turned around and walked away. Thats not like the dog at all every time I used to work out in there it would come up and jump all over me and I would have to put it outside.
I tried running on the treadmill but the whole time I found myself looking at the door and after about a minute and a half I had to stop get off and leave the room.
I have no idea whats going on with me I wonder if I am just going crazy or something up. I didn't say anything about it to anyone in my family only a couple of friends. One of them which is new and asked me about my Dad's room like the first week it was over and said ti was strange looking. They all just joke about it with me which really isn't any help haha.
Anyway has this ever happened to any of you guys? Am I going crazy or is there something up with that room? Could he be doing something in there that's like giving off negative vibes or something like that? I have no idea seriously but it's freaking me the hell out.
I'm open to any input here, I've never been more terrified of any given place in my life, I'm also not one that easily frightened so I'm totally freaked the fuck out like I said before. I don't think I'm going to be setting foot in there for a long time.
I also said in the other thread about the mirror that my Dad got from a 'trash out' right around the time this started happening. Like I said though it was in the living room and I never felt anything like I do now when i was in there.
So yeah your input please.
Updated from my last posting of this story
I realized that right about the time I had these experiences my brother and sister stopped showering in my dads room. We only have two showers in the house and since everyone needs to be ready at the same time(and since I take long ass showers) they usually both used the one in my dads bathroom to get ready in the morning.
Now they wait for me to get out of the upstairs shower which causes them to be late to school most of the time. When my Dad asked them about it they both just sort of shrugged it off and siad 'Oh it's just easier this way'
I should ask them about it.