I loved visiting my uncle's house. In summer vacation, it was my favourite thing to do. I don't have summer vacations any more (post grad student here!). But this is not about how I miss summer vacation; this is a story about how I grew to hate to go to my uncle's house.
Their house consisted of only ground floor several years before. Back then, I had no trouble living in their house for months and months. And then they decided to make another floor. I still didn't think much of it at first. What could happen after building a new floor? Let me tell you, everything!
I don't know how to explain it, but after the first floor was made, every time I went up there either to just chill or to play video games, I would feel something. Like someone was trying to smother me. I would feel really uneasy and would have the urge to run away. I would experience this during day time. So you can imagine how night-time would be for me.
Because we had extra rooms, I slept either with my grandma or my aunt. Every night, for some reason, the door to our bedroom never locks. It always opens by itself which, according to my list, is pretty terrifying. And I would always have trouble sleeping there because, for some reason, I can't, which is equally frightening if you're the only one awake, listening to your aunt snore and you can see the dark hallway because of the open door.
Some days later, weird thing started happening. Things were out of place, strange electricity troubles and the pinnacle of it all, when the fuse flew away from the circuit board, by itself.
One night, my cousin was sleeping alone in his room. He suddenly felt a hot breeze on his face, which woke him up. What happened next, I could never forget. He saw a face of a man, staring right back at him. He screamed and ran out of the room, waking everyone. As we enquired about the situation, I saw the same man, staring through the window. I couldn't even dare point it out. I got sick after that and never went back to my uncle's house.
I could never understand why this was happening. Even in the presence of the idols of Lord Krishna and Lord Shiva in each and every room, how was this happening?
Fast forward a couple of years, I got my answer. It was a Vastu dosh*. The house was not made according to the Vastu and its faulty alignment was the reason behind all the negativity. Even if they did everything to get rid of the issue, they couldn't. The only option they had was to build the house from scratch, which was not possible. They all learned how to live with it. As for me, I still go to my uncle's house, but I never step on the first floor.
* Vastu dosh is a projected flaw or deficiency in the known characteristics of the eight directions.