It all started with that I was about.. 9-10 years old (I'm 14 now) and I was visiting a friend. The only persons in the house was me, my friend and another friend of mine (Anton) who was in another room. So we started drawing a little and we had at least two packs of pencils, so we drawed a little picture and went to see what Anton was doing. He was playing computer and we stayed with him for like 2 minutes and went back to his room (where we were drawing) and when we opened the door, we both got shocked. The pencils were all over the room (they were in packs before), and our drawings had been destroyed, it was paint all over them and the whole room was a mess. I said to my friend like "What the hell happened here?!" and he said "I don't know!". I'm telling you, I was scared. I was really scared. So, we decided to investigate the "problem" by doing the exact same thing. And then it was a bigger mess! My heart was pumping like crazy, and I couldn't stay in his house so I walked home.
This experience is freaking me out, any idea what happened?
Btw, first post