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My childhood home, I lived there from maybe ages four to fourteen, always had a somewhat

thick negative energy to it. I remember my parents having family and family friends over as a child

and a few of them making verbal comments about how the energy felt dark, observant, and that they'd get the creeps if they stayed the night for any sort of reason.

In my experience, as I aged through the elementary school period,

the parts of the house that felt the darkest and most ominous

were basically the whole upstairs, the game room, my bedroom, and the bathroom,

and downstairs, and it was the laundry room that felt particularly dark. In general, the other

parts of the house felt okay enough, but as a child I experienced significant fear around sleeping

in my bedroom alone or at all, even if my mom

accompanied me to my bed. Even during the day, if I was playing with my toys, I'd eventually

get the creeps and it felt like something was just lurking, observing me, slowly making its way,

most of the time after some time playing in there, that creeping feeling

that would make the hair of my arms stand up, and I'd look around my room, my eyes would always lock

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