I was visiting a mysterious house in a faraway place with my mom and my best friend. There was a woman there who took care of a man in one room that we were supposed to never enter. I heard the man used to be the master of the house and the woman was likely his daughter of granddaughter. She was very beautiful and looked like she belonged in a different century. The sick man supposedly had a temper. He was supposed to never leave his room because he would pose a danger to everybody. One day we all went to town, and we watched the woman get on a bus to leave. She turned and looked at us apologetically before she left. I realized in horror that she was abandoning us and we would have to live in the house with that man and take care of him. We tried to stop her, but to no avail. We arrived at the house again at night and we decided to go to our rooms. I passed by the old mans room, and the door was cracked open. It was dark inside. No one else noticed. I turned away for a moment and looked back, and it was slightly more open than it was before. I could sense someone watching me. I went to bed with my mom. The mans room was right across from our room. Now his door was almost wide open, but still pitch dark inside. I told my mom my concerns, but she brushed it off and decided to go close his door and check on him. I was worried and didn't want her to, but she did. She closed the door, but some invisible force prevented her from closing it all the way. I begged her to come back to our room, but she stayed trying to close the door. I knew something bad was going to happen. My voice started to get louder and more desperate as I told her to come back to bed. The lights turned on in the room.