The chairs, big wooden table, the couch, even the big ass old school TV are hovering at odd angles above the ground. You can feel this energy from the floor tingle up your legs to vibrate hard in your crotch and go upwards in almost painful shooters of vibrant energy. You step back out and your hear the furniture lose energy and fall with soft thumps back down. You are standing in the open door way. hairs are still standing up on your head with a moist energy.
You are reminded of a crick you used to go to on your grandad's farm. Where the energy felt strange and somethings those flat stones you called "skippers" would bounce across the pond when there was seemingly no one to toss them. There is the sound of a approaching car. Just rounding the corner of the far end of the street. A sudden feeling of near panic and threat strikes you. You really don't want whoever is driving to see you.