[Tervuren]

When I was a teenager my family was looking at an abandoned mill to possibly take over and put back in order.(Way more impractical than we realized.)

I took a side walk into the office area, the glass doors provided a lot of light.
Did not have a flash light.
Noticed a cut back through a dark room that had an opening on the other side out to the factor floor.

Instead of going back the way I came I started shuffling across in the dark.
Didn't want to trip on anything. Got about two feet in, and the most intense feeling of do not continue hit me hard enough I stopped.
I tried to go on, it was just 12x12 dark room.
Could not continue farther.

Eventually turned around and took the long route to catch up.

Took a look in that room from the other side.
There was an outline of a person leaning with their arms on the door frame.

Given the neighborhood, probably a druggy, and who knows what might have happened if I'd kept walking.

SOMETHING other than taste/touch/sight/smell/vision gave me the input to stop in my tracks.