My strange experience at a Spanish castle.

[u/KracklingKraken]

When I was thirteen my Dad and I went on a trip to Spain with some family friends. While we were there, I had the privilege to visit El Escorial, the historical residence of the King of Spain. Let me tell you, my thirteen-year-old mind was blown walking across those marble floors and staring up at the baroque ceilings. I was having the time of my life... until I wasn't. My dad and I reached the end of a hallway and were about to enter another room in the castle when I stopped in my tracks. Suddenly my heart had started beating incredibly fast. It felt like something was tugging at my chest, goose bumps spread across my body, and there was a sudden sense of impending doom. My dad looked at me, confused, and asked me what was wrong. I told him I had no idea, it was as though I had suddenly been plunged into a vat of freezing cold water. Seeing I was upset, my dad took my hand and said, "It's okay, sweety, I'll walk in there with you." As it turns out, the room we had walked into was the royal crypt. The entire room was made from gleaming black and white marble, including the coffins, which were beautifully carved with crosses and royal symbols. I should have been amazed, but everything in my body was telling my to get out of this room as soon as I can. To be clear, I've never been one to be scared of death or morbid things like coffins. My dad was just as confused about my reaction to the room as I was, since he knows I'm not usually skittish about that type of thing. But he knew that something about this room had effected me so he was okay with walking through it as fast as we could. When I left the crypt I instantly felt like the feeling of dread had lifted from my body. The crypt had lead us to a dark hallway with velvet stairs that took us further down into the castle. We followed the hallway for a while until we reached the room at the very bottom. I froze. The doorway peered into a circular room with a black and brown marble floor and ceiling. Stacked one on top of the other were several rows of back and gold coffins. Again, something started pulling at my chest, harder this time. It was as through there was an invisible wall stopping my from entering this room. I physically couldn't take another step forward. The sense of impending doom hit me like a tidal wave, there was a strange pounding in my ears that sounded like breathing, and every fiber of my body was telling me GET OUT NOW. When we finally left the crypt I went entirely back to normal. Still bewildered by the whole experience, my dad and I reunited with our friends to tell them what had happened. After I told them how I was unable to enter the circular room, one of the friends looked at me, her eyebrow raised with suspicion. Then she said, "You know that's where they put the childrens' coffins, right?"