At the time this happened I didn't really perceive it as something paranormal. It was such a minor thing and it wasn't until afterwards that I realized it was kind of spooky and unusual.
Around the year 2000, I was missing friends who had, for various reasons, moved from Southern California and would fly up to the Bay Area fairly frequently for weekend visits to their homes. It was fun to spend time with them and see how much their lives had changed.
Allison had married Bobby, who had two grown daughters. The girls had all but moved out of their home in San Jose. Lindsey was away on a trip to Russia and so I stayed in her room. There was a large window in her room that faced south and there was always a breeze blowing the curtains around. The room was always very, very cool, almost chilly and at the time, I just put it down to the nice cross-breeze and enjoyed the air-conditioned feel of it, though the weather was very hot and stifling that summer and the rest of the house was fairly warm.
It was almost time for me to return home when I got to talking to Allison about it. I told her I found the room almost too cold, but that I didn't feel frightened or uncomfortable. She agreed but she got a sort of closed-mouth look about her when I mentioned it, so I didn't push the subject.
Now I wish I had asked if it was always so cold, even in winter or if they had measured the temperature, had there been seances held in the room or had there been a death or suicide in there or what?
Come to think of it, her brother-in-law died from an auto-immune disease shortly before, but I thought he had gone to a hospice setting. It was still a very painful subject for them all at the time. Since we've lost touch I'll probably never know, but I think about that cold, cold little room from time to time and I just wonder.