It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. Unseen judgment. I'm 26 years old now. This happened when I was a teen. This is important mentioning because after all those years I still feel bad if I think about that day.

One day my parents decided to look at some houses and I went with them.

The first two were okay, but not quite what my parents were looking for. They wanted a house with a big

backyard.

The realtor decided to show them a newly vacant house.

The owner was an old lady who had died and their sons decided to just sell the house.

My parents aren't superstitious or religious people, I'm also not, so we didn't see a problem with it. We arrived at the place. The realtor opened it. We entered the garage. Everything was fine until I went to the living room. I almost

let out a gasp because the atmosphere was so oppressive, like there was invisible eyes everywhere observing and judging me.

It felt like there was a weight on my chest. I couldn't even breathe properly. I left

the room and went to the backyard to catch some air. I saw a small room connected to the back of the house. I entered it out of curiosity.

It was a small empty room with humidity stains on the walls.

Just when I was about to enter the room to see if there was anything interesting, something

just figuratively punched my chest with so much sadness, anger, I almost ran screaming.

I slammed the door and entered the house again.

I went into one of the empty bedrooms and sat on the floor, trying to catch my breath.

I couldn't stay though because the feeling of

being watched judged by numerous invisible eyes returned with even more intensity.

At this point I left the house to find my parents talking with a

realtor in the front garden. I grabbed my mom by her arm and begged her to go home.

After some awkward excuses my parents finally went home. I didn't say a word during the way back.

But when I arrived home, I just cried and cried and cried for hours.

My parents got concerned and asked me what was happening.

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