at my old house there was this one room i always felt like i was being watched in. i never went in that room unless i HAD too.

one time, my dad told me to get a sweater from the closet in that room and as soon as i step foot in the door, theres the feeling of being watched.

i quickly grab the sweater and run out of the room, feeling someone starting at my retreating back

*staring

there were many cases at that house that i felt like i was being watched, when we finillay moved, i did some research on that house ( btw not a real story!!!)

i found out there where four murders there and a drunk boyfriend had attacked his girlfriend with a computer monator because she hadn't gotten his coffee quickly enough

i was so glad to leave that stupid house