Each step I took was more difficult than the last, my chest filled with a pressure that impeded each of my movements, and in a short time a cold sweat began to sprout on my forehead.
I knew it. There was something in that house, something much more than what I saw with the naked eye, the pressure I felt was not normal. There was something that permeated the air, something that stood in the way, preventing me from getting close to the mansion. I could feel it in my bones, a kind of radar that tells me how dangerous it would be if I took another step. It was as if my body was unconsciously trying to protect me.