Staying at My New House

The building is serious. On the gable roof and a tall chimney, a cold gray stone wall stood in front of me. Wet, green, lifeless ivy crosses the wall and cleanses. A bunch of dead plants is scattered along the way, everything is gray, black or dull, atrophic brown. I walked carefully to the main entrance. I opened the key of the door which was big and clamorous, and entered a cold hole. There is a musty smell like a cave in the house. For some unknown reason, the sense of fear wrapped my stomach.

Our house is very quiet. We have never talked to each other again. Sometimes I live in a new friend's house. Avoiding bad ideas is more difficult than ever. Most of them are toxic ideas, only some good, useful, or neutral ideas. My father works very late, and my mother does not mind. She found a job to manage the boutique. I do not need money. We need less money than before, but she wants to leave. I have a therapist named Dr. Hauser. He is wonderful, I do not like to talk with him. Because when I talk with Dr. Houser, the worst idea is to come out. When I returned home, I could not think of any bad idea of ​​doing my homework and sleeping.

A few years ago, I took a vacation with my family and lived in a small rental housing. This is a beautiful house, bright, bright, and completely new. But somehow it seems to be wrong. I kept hints of darkness and threats, as bad things were going to happen, as long as we stayed there. I may feel that even alone, someone or something seems to be watching. Our vacation was very exciting, but I could not explain so I was happy to leave home. High EMF measurements at specific places in the home or at home can cause a lot of negative reactions such as fear, paranoia and even hallucinations. This is usually the result of old or inadequate shield wiring. This could be one of the reasons the basement feels so creepy. You can purchase your own Gauss meter and test your EMF measurements at home or hire an electric technician to check your wiring.

One day, I felt I could not breathe after political news, opinions about opinions, opinions, opinions about the opinions and opinions. I have to leave. Since I lived in my parents' house, I went out to the back yard, staring there and staring there trying to calm down. Looking around, my eyes were looking at the spider stuck in the middle of the pool, desperately moving my legs and trying to get back to something I could climb. I thought to myself, "Wow, see this little guy, he's desperately waving his feet, the only time he moved was that the wind moved him, he I could not control it. "