Ever get utterly, undeniably freaked out by something you can’t explain? It doesn’t happen very often, but it does, it socks it to you.

I enjoy my day job and I like it for the most part. I like what I do. The one thing that I never liked before I started it was the idea of going into people/strangers homes. After doing this for years, it no longer fazes me, expect for the occasional occupational hazard of mentally documenting and categorizing things in your friend’s homes you could care less about.

Anyway, back to my story. I opened the door of a house today that freaked me out. I cannot explain why, I don’t want to know why. But something about the place left me completely, utterly unsettled. The hairs on my arms stood on end, my head felt creepy crawly, my pulse is still racing and I wanted nothing more than to get the heck out of Dodge.

I don’t know that I’ve collected information I need quite so quickly (and I really hope the sketch closes – as in I got the measurements right). I just didn’t want to be there. Something bad happened there at some point I am certain. I don’t know, can’t explain how I know this but I do. And I don’t like it one bit…. Off to try and shake that creepy crawly feeling.