When I was little, I use to enjoy playing in Mom & Dad’s bedroom. It was in the back of the house with a large sliding glass door and a walk in closet. When I turned 4 I went into the room and heard several people talking. Suddenly I felt as if someone turned towards me and using my name asked “Isn’t that right … ?” Everyone was at my uncle’s place so I ran from the room crying. For years every time I got within several feet of the door my stomach would tighten up and I would have a panicked feeling. This went on until during my college years my dad developed tumors on his brain and died several months later in that same room. The feelings about the room vanished and I could go in the room again.