Phantom House?

I am 41 years old, and I've had a number of experiences but this one really stands out in my mind. While I was still in High School 1984 in Houston, Texas my girlfriend and I were taking a short cut across a wooded field that stood between an apartment complex and a city park. It was around 4pm and there was a clearing in the center of all these trees.

This wooded field wasn't 'dense' per say, you could see into the park or to the apartment parking lot through gaps in the trees and shrubs. The grass was just over ankle height in the clearing and the path we were following ran through it then back into the trees and to the road we were trying to get to.

As we crossed the clearing I 'felt' a resistance building in front of me, almost like the air was 'thicker' for a short space. I thought it kind of odd, but kept going, then I felt it again, this time however it was only across my left side. I turned to my girlfriend to ask if she was feeling what I was an I saw her standing at the edge of the clearing just kind of staring at the space.

I asked "What's wrong?" or something to that effect and she asked me if I could see the house. I had to admit that I couldn't see anything but the clearing and the trees and such. Her next statement has stuck with me all these years, "You can't see the wall you just walked through?"

I walked back towards her, once again feeling that odd change in air pressure, in the same spot as before, then standing beside her I tried to see what she was seeing... And I saw the empty clearing. Instead of fear I was curious, I walked forward with my right hand extended and as I began to feel the air pressure change she said, "You're touching the wall."

I'll cut this down; we spent from 4pm until it was getting dark "exploring" this phenomenon. As I walked I could feel the air pressure change... I could feel the shape of the windows, I felt the stairs push against my body as I walked forward, one about ankle height, take a step, one about 8 inches high, take a step, another 8 inches higher than the last, and my girlfriend saying, "Your at the staircase."

I could feel the tables, chairs... Bookcases and she was 'seeing' them. I still do not know what we experienced that day, but would welcome any ideas or feedback anyone has to offer.

My girlfriend became my wife... Then my ex-wife (Married after I joined the Navy and divorced 6 years later) and now we remain great friends. I have an experience with another house, with my current wife (now of 17 years) in Portsmouth, R.I but that is another tale.