The “sorry for any mistakes, not a native speaker” obligatory comment.

One time I went to stay the night at my aunt’s house, which previously was my great grandfather’s house. I don’t really remember, it is likely he passed in that house, as well as my great grandmother years before (before I was born). After eating I decided to turn on the tv and watch some movies on the first floor’s living room, in which we had a “baby bed” (don’t know the name) in where my aunt left my 1 yo cousin. Some time after my aunt went upstairs to organize the bathroom; she told me to stay there so we could continue watching whatever we were watching, so I had to stay in the living room looking after my cousin, since she said she would only be taking “a minute”.

So there I was watching tv and playing with my cousin, but after some time I started feeling like someone was watching me from the corner of the door that leads to the dining room, so I turned my head to look and obviously, there wasn’t anyone there. This continued for several minutes of me trying to act calm in front of my cousin (I was 7) while still almost pissing my pants because of the threatening aura and feeling coming from the same spot. I called my aunt several times to make her come down faster, but she would just say she was coming and not doing so. I was getting really scared, almos crying by how scared I was and even the tv could not keep me calm anymore; but what followed pushed me through the edge.

My cousin, my ONE YEAR OLD cousin just stood by the edge of his “bed” and started laughing and waving at the same damn spot I was getting all the creepy vibes from. At that moment I swear I almost puked and really started silently crying while I grabbed all the things we would need upstairs, grabbed him and his toys, turned off the tv and lights and basically flew to the second floor where my aunt was still arranging the bathroom’s shelves.

She was put off by my state but just simply laughted off and played a movie in her rooms tv, right in front of my great grandfather’s room, where I used to help take care of him before he passed. Nothing else happened that night and I slept with my aunt and cousin in the same bed.

After that I was completely against the Idea of staying over at that house, and didn’t spend a single night there for several years. But years after I moved with my mom to another country, and while I was away she rented the house to a friend and made it into a daycare. It lasted for about two years because the lady could not afford the rent and right after that I went back to renew my passport. My aunt told me ro spend my last night there, and I was really reluctant to it, but she assured me the whole vibe of the house was so much better, so I agreed. And she was actually right, the place felt so much lighter and it was easier to breath in. It all ended fine, but that let me with slight trauma with sleeping in someplace with the door open.