One time I walked past someone's house, and because of the way he treated a friend of mine, I yelled "CURSE THIS HOUSE," in a joking manner. Though his family was already struggling, i.e. his parents getting a divorce, he went downhill from there. He attempted suicide (unsuccessfully), started drinking and drugging extremely heavily, and eventually moved out of the house with his mom. A few months later, he was killed in a car accident. I attended his funeral with the family of the girl who treated him badly. The whole situation felt strange, and I cried at his funeral. I still feel guilty even though I'm sure it's not my fault. Since then, I've seen his car at least 5 times. I don't know whether it's real or not. Confess ID: i5j34i1o        Posted On: 01-May-2008