Cold Being

One day I was with my cousins at our grandma’s house. It was around 8 pm and all of us cousins were in the upstairs living room. We all gathered around on the couches near the T.V, watching Spongebob. I then had this sudden need, this sudden urge, to go into the first bedroom to the left and just watch T.V by myself. I get on the bed, I start getting comfy and I turn on the T.V. After a few minutes of watching my brother walks in and asks me what I was doing. “I don’t know, I just felt like watching alone in here.” I said. He laughed off my remark as if I didn’t mean it. Between the bed and the T.V on the dresser, there is minimal space. Only one person could squeeze by and not fast as the room was tiny anyway. He walks between the gap to the left side of the bed and I get up and walk past the gap too. I come to a sudden stop and was abruptly greeted with a cold gust of wind as if someone ran past me, but no one could, the space was too narrow. In the middle of the bed and the T.V I asked my brother, “Did you feel that cold wind?” To my surprise, he said “No. What wind?” The AC wasn’t on, it didn’t even turn on and it hadn’t been on. My third eldest cousin walks into the room asking us what we were doing. “Did you feel the cold gust of wind?” I asked her while looking at her. “No. What wind?” she asked me, confused. I shake it off and I tell them what I had experienced and they just tell me I was making stuff up and it was a joke. Ever since that day, when I would walk into that bedroom and it would be colder than an igloo. I always ask my cousins if the room is cold to them and they reply with “No, it’s quite warm in here, just like the other rooms.” I think something tried to call me in there and is now telling me to stay out. Did I do something wrong? Did my brother and cousin ruin the mood for this ‘being’? Who knows, but that room feels dead to me and it scares me sometimes.