Ever since I was a kid, I never liked to be alone in my grandpa's house. It's not that anything bad ever happened there or that I've even seen anything, I just always felt uneasy being alone there. If my grandparents went outside, I went with them.
Now I'm grown and I've inherited the house and my boyfriend and I are planning to move into it, but the weird feeling of fear still remains. I've tried explaining it to my boyfriend but he doesn't really understand it because I admit it's irrational. But the few times we've gone to the house since I inherited it, I never go inside alone. Even if it's just to run in and check something. I never feel comfortable there and I can't explain it, but it's just an ominous sort of feeling. I can't figure out how I'm supposed to live there if I can't even be alone in the house. The architecture isn't weird or anything, in fact it's a pretty normal-looking house.
Has anyone ever had this feeling? Where do you think it comes from?
Now I'm grown and I've inherited the house and my boyfriend and I are planning to move into it, but the weird feeling of fear still remains. I've tried explaining it to my boyfriend but he doesn't really understand it because I admit it's irrational. But the few times we've gone to the house since I inherited it, I never go inside alone. Even if it's just to run in and check something. I never feel comfortable there and I can't explain it, but it's just an ominous sort of feeling. I can't figure out how I'm supposed to live there if I can't even be alone in the house. The architecture isn't weird or anything, in fact it's a pretty normal-looking house.
Has anyone ever had this feeling? Where do you think it comes from?