Readers, I recalled another story from my experience, but it was so long ago I’d forgot all about it. See what you think:
When I was in graduate school, I visited a midcentury modern home. It belonged to an art professor. It was quite beautiful, full of paintings and sculpture. A friend was house sitting, which is how I came to visit occasionally.
The thing with this house was, whilst no one ever saw anything, one would after a short time inside, start to feel a slight sense of unease. This increased incrementally until it became scary and unbearable: one simply had to leave. I felt it more than once and the only time the house felt neutral was during a party with lots of other people present.
There was this cognitive dissonance: the lovely interior vs the sense of darkness.
I later asked the house sitting friend how he could stand it. He said he was quite terrified during nights and even took the homeowner’s dog into his room at bedtime – and he was not a dog person.
There was menacing energy at that place. I was always struck by the contrast between the beauty of the house and decor and the miasma of dread one felt.
Have you ever been to a place like this, or experienced this kind of creeping fear in a house? Please discuss/share in comments if you like – it was a terribly strange and unsettling experience.
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