This is sort of a follow up on the story "Two Houses He Has Never Been".
On Friday, 23 November 2012, I went to my aunt's house to go and pick up a photo of my Gran. It is the only picture that my mom and my aunt have knowledge of, since she was exceptionally camera shy and it was apparently a battle to get her to pose for anything. My aunt, being the eldest, was given that picture, along with my Gran's watch, but this was stolen a few years ago.
I had warned her on Thursday that I was coming to get the picture, but when I arrived at their house, she was not there. So, I decided to wait there, my uncle was there and we sat and talked in their kitchen/dining area. While I was sitting there, I sent a message to Tim. I told him "I'm in my aunt's house" - this is the second house I wrote about in the above mentioned story. He responded asking me to describe my surroundings, which I figured I could actually just take pictures and show him. He told me someone was on my right, a person who had been family of my uncle, and had died alone. He said the presence was male and had been middle aged when he died.
My aunt arrived around half an hour after I did, and she walked into the lounge area, which is where Tim picked up the portal before. I walked in with her, and stood facing the archway, my back against the opposite wall. But as I stood there I felt immense cold radiating on my right. It felt like it was passing through me, as I gradually became cold from right to left. I knew something bad was standing next to me. Of course I sent Tim a message, and he answered simply "It's because of the portal". My aunt walked out of the lounge to her bedroom, and I followed, very swiftly.
Getting to the passage going to the bedrooms, as you enter you have a closet on your right, next to it a bathroom, across from the bathroom, on your left, two bedrooms, then at the head of the passage, my aunts room. The moment I reached the closet, I had the strongest feeling that I was being pushed from behind. The faster I tried to walk down the passage, the more intense the pushing became. When I entered my aunt's room, the feeling went away. I sat down on her bed as she rummaged around in her room, trying to find the album that held the picture. The entire time I was sitting there, I could feel that Charlie was extremely uneasy. My heart rate had sped up since I felt the cold in the lounge, and now I had a very clear knot in my stomach. Charlie kept touching my hair over my right temple, over and over, and I sent Tim a message about this. He told me that Charlie was trying to get me out of the house. His exact words were: "This house has an extremely bad history. Charlie can differentiate between good and evil and he can't get you out of the house fast enough."
My aunt, as luck would have it, could not find the album or the picture, which in itself is a bit unsettling for me. She walked back to the lounge, this time when I walked through the passage, I felt Charlie directly behind me, I could still feel something else there, but I was not being pushed this time. Getting back to the lounge my aunt sat down on the couch and told me to give her a minute so she could try to remember where the album could possibly be. She was sitting on a couch set right in front of the archway (which they had boarded up to make a bedroom for my cousin). She urged me to sit down, so I had two choices, sit on the couch in front of the archway, or sit down where that cold was radiating furiously. I picked the former; the archway was more welcoming than the opposite wall, but not by much. As I sat down I could immediately feel the thing across the room stare at me, and I had a hard time sitting still. My aunt actually asked me how I was going to manage with my "haunted house" when my mom leaves, and I almost laughed. My house is paradise compared to this one. I just told her I would be fine. I was extremely relieved when she said she would need time to think and search for the album.
I almost jumped up off the couch, said my goodbyes to my uncle and very quickly made my way to the kitchen door. Outside I felt a bit better, but Charlie was still very agitated and I knew I had to get out of the yard fast. My aunt opened the gate for me and told me she would let me know when she found the album, or rather, if she found it. I said goodbye and pulled out of their yard. As my car left their driveway and we were in motion, I felt Charlie relax. When I got home, Tim sent me a message and asked me if I had ever felt anything like that in the house before. I told him I always felt uncomfortable there, especially when the sun started setting. He answered that the entities in that house were full on any time of day; I just become very aware when the dark sets in.
My mom and I had a discussion about my aunt's house on Sunday, and she also said she was very uncomfortable in that house. She then said she understands now why everyone in that house is always fighting, always unhappy.