Ever since i moved into my new house ive always wanted to go to this house that was old and run down but i never had the guts to. So one day me and my friend were walking down the street to go to the park and we passed the house. I suddenly got a big urge to go into the house and look around, so did my friend. So we walked up to the front porch, the door was already open so we just walked in, all of a sudden we heard a big clang in one of the upstair rooms, then we felt a rush of cold air hit our backs. When we walked into the kitchen it looked like someone lived there, there was food in it but it was all rotten and there was a butcher knife on the table. Then we heard water running in the room in the hallway which was the bathroom, we walked in and turned on the light and then it would just keep shutting off. Then we felt the rush of cold air all around us and a reflection of a man in one of the cracked mirrors in the hallway but there seemed to be no one in the house except us. After we left that house we told our friends and they want us to go back, but i will never go in that house again..