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I used to go to this church (Im not christian, I just get dragged there by my mom) and every Friday they'd have youth nights at one of the church member's house. The house was like a 5 or 10 minute drive from my house, and I always hated going there. I loved youth because it was the only time I got to see one of my friends (we didnt really talk about jesus, surprisingly), but I hated going to the house it was hosted at because I always felt a strong sense of dread. I don't really know how to describe it, but every time I entered that house I felt like someone had died there or something horrible was happening in that house. It got to the point where I had to go to the bathroom of their house to cry sometimes because I was so emotionally impacted by it, and I find it fucking crazy that I was so upset about just existing there. There was nothing wrong with the house itself, and the family were all great and very kind people, but being in their house made me feel as if I was re-living a traumatic experience or I was witnessing someone go through something really disturbing. I stopped going to that house because we started going to the local middle school's gym for youth nights instead, but I still haven't forgotten how that house made me feel.
Keep in mind this happened when I was like 14, so 2019, I think youth eventually stopped because of covid, but I wouldn't know because I never went back after lockdown. I also no longer go to that church anymore (thank fuck)
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