Black Mist

I always felt uneasy when I was there.  I never wanted to go further than the living room.  I could feel this thick air that gave the impression that it was alive and any further and it would suck you in. I could feel an air wrapping around my writs and ankles like invisible feather weight chains when I stood for too long. The last time I drove away, I looked in my rear view mirror at the house which was something I don't normally do and the house was totally covered in a thick black mist, so thick you could not see the lights.  It moved slowly off the house like it wanted to come after me.  I've never been back or communicated with them.  They were the master of the black mist.