I lost my sanity... Or what was left of it

So, here's the big question: why in seven hells do I let my friends talk me into doing things that will surely make me even more paranoid than I already am? Well, the answer: I don't give a shit about my sanity. xD

Anyway, today we went to this one empty house, a house where happened a murder some time ago. It was all run-down and I thought it was gonna fall on us. It didn't, though. Unfortunately.

Naturally, we went in. There was all kind of stuff on the floors and barely any furniture. There were clothes, old magazines and newspapers, medicine bottles, rusted razor blades (which I took, as a souvenier)and even a broken baby carriage.

And, when we entered the room where the actual murder had happened,you could feel the air get little heavier, although all the windows were broken and doors open. It was spooky. :D

We took some pictures of the place. :} I'm kinda scared, since I'm sure I'll see something in them that wasn't there when the picture was taken. Like the face of the lady or something. (Yes, I do have overactive imagination.)

Now when I'm alone, it feels like someone is standing behind me. Seems like we pissed of the spirit of the murdered woman. So if there isn't any updates from now on, you know that I've been killed by the spirit. xD

At first we couldn't find that house, but then, there was this old man who lived near by who helped us to find the house. He had been watching us from his house. Our actions amused him. :D

Oh well, it was interesting experience. Next time we should go then when it's dark. :D Then I'll most certainly end up in a loony bin.