25 years ago I was friends with a married couple that lived in a raised ranch on "the mountain" in a modestly populated area.

Their door was always open & I was a frequent visitor. Since the first time I was at that house I felt uneasy, like there was some type of presence there quietly observing.

Quick backstory - the land the house was built on was Native American territory back in the day, & I later came to learn & experience many phenomenon but I'll focus on this one story.

I was to meet my friends at the house for an evening out. They were both working & probably not home yet but I decided to wait for them. I drove there & took the corner on their street. Pitch black, not unusual, no street lights.

As I near the house I notice ALL the lights are on - inside, outside, post light - and I think they are home? Chills run through me and I decide to pull into the driveway - neither of their cars are there.

I sat in the driveway for a minute, looking around, listening, with a heavy type of feeling coming over me yet decided to turn my car off & go in. I get to the front door gently turn the knob and slowly open their door.

Peeking inside I see nothing and hear nothing - all lights are still on. I hesitated to go further - I call out "hello" still standing in the doorway, looking up the stairs - and in one moment ALL the lights went out, including the ones outside.

I froze in fear - total darkness total silence my arm felt heavy shutting the door & attempting to get back to my car while guided by moonlight. It was as if weights were on my ankles I struggled to make it inside my car - my hands were shaking so bad I barely was able to get the key in the ignition.

I felt tightness in my chest I was shaking I couldn't breath - a total feeling of hopeless dread engulfing me.

I parked in road by the mailbox - sat there staring at the house & darkness trying to compose myself for I don't even know how long. Eventually the wife pulled up & I put the window down. "You could've gone in" she says before looking at my face & asking what's wrong. I just pointed at her house.

She parked in the driveway & walked back down to my car while her husband was pulling in. He comes down & asks why we're outside. I told them I'll wait here while they get ready. The wife asks "something happened didn't it" I nodded yes, still shaking.

The wife looked at the husband & says "it's starting up again".

(I was close friends with them for many years even staying there temporarily. Their house had quite the history)