This is the continuation of the pet story. One morning after i had left my best friends' house, i got home. I have lived in my house now for almost 21 years. I have never had any bad or off feelings ever in my home. It had always been comfy. This one instance upon getting home, i put some music on and sprawled on the couch. The air had been heavy seeming from the second i got there. I was on the couch and it just seemed like there was someone in the living room with me. At the moment it felt like someone was staring directly into my face, that's when i sat up and told whomever it was to quickly leave my house. Sorry buddy...you're in the wrong house. Shortly after, i went to sleep with no further occurrence...frankly, never had that feeling at my friends house again either. Thumbs up.