Me and some friends messed around in a graveyard a few weeks ago. The night after I went home and heard a strange whirring sound in my closet. It's hard to describe. It sounded a bit like a washing machine. Then just last night I was in bed and I heard the door creak. Later I heard the pad pad pad sound of footsteps. Then I felt my mattress sink in as if with the weight of someone or something that had sat on it. It wasn't a very deep sink in, about the same weight a cat would have if a cat sat on your bed.. Thing is I live in the city and we have no cat. The door was locked and I don't think any animals could have gotten in or if one did why it would leap onto my bed. Well anyway after I felt that weight sink in on my mattress I was terrified. I held very still. I felt the weight move around and heard breathing, the intake and blow out of a few breaths. Then I felt the weight relieve itself and the mattress sprung up again as if the weight had gotten off. I switched on the light at that point. The door was swinging open but nothing was there. What was it that sat on my bed and breathed on me?

hi,
did you or any of your friends desecrate any graves?like turning over headstones,pouring beer or urinating on someones grave.if so it could be a spirit nicely telling you to stay out of there.i have had the same experience of feeling "something"sit down on the edge of my bed a few times.but i was never scared and it never did anything.i could feel the mattress push down like someone was sitting down.i always felt like it was a deceased family member and felt peaceful about them being there.but they never opened doors or breathed on me,they just sat down.thanks

does the picture have anything to do with your story? It kinda confused me. You know I have heard of ghosts following people home.

I've heard about the same exact thing, even if you don't do anything bad they'll still follow you.

Everyone who has a hewlett packard computer has that photo so i don't think its a part of the story, anyway back to the story try using some sort of prayer or something along those lines to protect yourself from spirits.

Hmmm... This reminds me of the black cat spirit that follows me(he's like a guardian to me). If i't's like an animal it only wants attention, talk to it or something. If it's like a person then it could be a spirit, but I would be careful. And you could have a special charm you could get blessed(not neccessarly a preist, or some monotheistic faith person). Also as I recommend is the 'get out of my room, you're not welcomed here'. There's a code that lower demons and spirits have to follow, they have to get out once asked to. I've tried it and it works. But that's my experiences.





edit: I would liek to say I sleep on my side/ stomach.

You most likely experienced a mild version of what is commonly referred to as the "old hag". Why they call it that, dont ask. It really has nothing to do with an old hag. Anyway, its been reported that 1/3 of Americans experience something like this in their lifetime. It usually goes like this:

You wake up and hear a noise. This noise is usually described as light footsteps. These footsteps are often described as "stealthy". A small minority has described an accompanying noise something like a washing machine. You begin to get a feeling of a prescence. It is almost always described as a frigthening, malevolent prescence. Frightened, you freeze, unsure of what to do. At this point the mattress sinks considerably, as though a weight had just been added to it. At this point you would try to move or resist in some way, but you find you are completely paralyzed. When I say completely, I mean you can't breathe. The weight presses down upon you hard, and there is sometimes a "breath" described. After a few seconds of terror, the weight lifts itself, the prescence evaporates, and all is well.

This, my friend, is NOT a malevolent spirit, and it has nothing to do with your visit to the graveyard (though I would say that, eh? look at my name). What happened is a common effect called Non-REM sleep paralysis. I won't go into much detail about it because I'll give you a link, but suffice it to say that it occurs when you wake too fast for all your brains pistons to fire (namely, the ones controlling motor ######s). Its completely natural and harmless, theres nothing spooky or paranormal about it.

The one thing I've heard to be absolutely the same with all reported cases is that you always wake up on your back (which is why i always sleep on my side). It has something to do with the blood pooling at the back of your head. If you woke up on your back, then I'd say thats definitely what you experienced. If you didn't, then its likely something else, but similiar. I wouldnt jump right to malevolent spirits.

http://www.ghosts.org/faq/5-6.html

I m not good but try moving away for a little and see if it follows you

I was astonished at the similarity between your account, OdysseusSiren and an experience I had back in 1956. I have been writing all my paranormal experiences down and collating them electronically and I posted my first experience of a ghost on Internet a few years ago. Just in case you are interested I have included that true story below.

This was the first of my paranormal experiences of any importance and which made a profound impression on me.

I was doing my National Service at the time and was stationed at R.A.F. Yatesbury, near Calne in Wiltshire, England. I remember that the plans my parents and I were making for a holiday in Riccione, Italy, were overshadowed by the Suez crisis. My leave in fact was very nearly cancelled as I was working at Station Headquarters in Administration, and was involved in a lot of paperwork relevant to the registration and documentation of army units which had been sent to R.A.F. Yatesbury in transit to the Suez Canal zone. All that however does not concern us here.
One Saturday evening when I was at home with my parents on a forty-eight hour pass, we were downstairs in the living room of our “Reema Construction” council house in Linden Close, halfway between Faberstown and Ludgershall, near Andover, Hampshire. We had brochures for Riccione, Rimini, Venice and the Adriatic coast spread all over the floor. I had my Italian phrase-book and was practising “Useful phrases” with my parents. In short, the atmosphere was one of happy anticipation. This continued until about one a.m. when we all decided it was time for bed. We went upstairs and my parents retired to their room at the front of the house while I went to my own room at the back, which overlooked the back garden straight ahead and I could see other “Reema” houses beyond it and to the left and right. To the left of our house was the garden of our neighbours, Wilfred and his wife whose name I forget and beyond that was the rest of our road, Linden Close, which curved round and away to the left, forming a closed ring with grass in its centre; hence the name of the road. Along this road were street lights which were operated by timers that turned off the lights in the early hours of the morning. I don’t remember the exact time. However, one of these lights shone brightly into my room and illuminated it enough, even through the drawn curtains, for me to be able to see the interior of the room and all its furnishings. I remember only my bed, a bedside table and a “tallboy” on which I kept some of my books.
So I went into my room, switching on the central, ceiling light by the switch beside the door and went to the bedside table to switch on the lamp there. The lamp did not function so I decided to read for a while by the light of the central, ceiling light. I selected a book from the top of the tallboy, undressed and got into bed. The book I had chosen was one on astronomy by Sir James Jeans and this was just the sort of thing I liked to read in bed. However, after I had read for about a quarter of an hour I grew tired of the effort of reading against the light and decided to put the book away and go to sleep. I placed the book on the bedside table but had to get out of bed again to turn the light off. I padded across to the door, switched off the light and got back into bed. I lay there on my back thinking about the coming holiday in Italy for several minutes. I could see the room quite clearly as there was this street light outside which shone through the thin curtains that covered the window. I remember that, for the moment, I could easily discern the tallboy with all its books in the corner, diagonally opposite. While I was lying there waiting for sleep to come I became aware of the sound of someone gently, almost furtively, depressing the door handle from the outside. I straight away thought that this must be my Father entering the room without wanting to disturb me. I can remember to this day the sound of the spring inside the Bakelite door handle being compressed. I said in a normal voice, “It’s O.K., I’m not asleep”. There was no answer but the door, which was at the foot of my bed, began slowly to open inwards. As it did so I could distinctly hear the sound of an adult person breathing with great difficulty. It was a laboured, asthmatic sound and as I listened a cold chill ran along my spine. This was not the sound of my Father’s breathing, nor was it that of my Mother. I said “Look, Dad, that’s enough. I want to get some sleep”. The door opened to its full extent and I could see its oblong shape standing against the end of the bed.
The source of the breathing continued to enter the room though I could see no person, figure or shape. The laboured breathing stayed for a while near the end of the bed and then, real fear came over me as whatever it was sat down on the edge of the bed . I could still see the rest of the room but no figure. The sensation was that of an adult person seating himself on the edge of the lower end of the bed rather as would, say, a doctor or friend who has come to visit. I was terrified. I was more frightened than I had ever been in my whole life. I felt the bed sag under the weight of what would have been somebody weighing about eighty kilos. I broke out into a cold sweat and drew my feet up, away from this frightful presence and pleaded with it to go away and leave me alone.
The door stood open, motionless.

After what seemed to be an unbearably long time, the entity got up from the bed and continued to cross the room towards the window, still with this rasping breathing. I was too frightened to move but I shouted to the “thing” to get out of my room and the house. The sound of breathing eventually came between me and the window and it was then that I saw the figure for the first time. I saw it as a tall silhouette of a man wearing a long cape or cloak and who had long, wavey hair down to his shoulders. The figure just stood there, outlined against the curtains and all the while breathing with such difficulty that I felt it must be seriously ill, even on the point of death.
Just at that moment the streetlights went out and the room was left in darkness. I was very frightened but in my desperation I managed to say, in a reasonably level voice, “Please go and leave me in peace!”

Then the breathing began to retrace its former course across the room as I hid my head under the sheet, taking only brief, peeping glances to check on the situation.

The door stood open, motionless.

At last, the breathing, laborious and unpleasant, passed through the doorway and faded away. It was then that the door swung to against its frame and began to make a tapping noise as if a light breeze had arisen. This tapping indicated to me that the door was not tightly shut. The closed door had been physically opened from the outside but not properly shut again after the “incident”.
I knew that I needed light but to turn on the light I would have to get out of bed again in the darkness and go to the switch by the door. I chose to remain in bed awhile and think over what had happened. To tell the truth I was still shaking with fright but I had to do something. After all I was young and strong and in the Air Force! So I got out of bed with determination and switched on that confounded light and... shut the door properly. After about an hour’s thoughtful reflection I went out into the passage to see what I might see but of course, by then it was far too late to solve the mystery. I checked my parents’ room but they were sound asleep. Finally I decided to get some rest and went back to my room and and flaked out on the bed and slept.

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The next morning at Sunday breakfast my Father remarked that I was very quiet. I agreed and told him about the events of the previous night. I was a little bitter about the whole thing as I felt I had to explain it all rationally even to myself. I knew it had not been my Father trying to scare me but I blamed him for it all the same. “Why did you do that Dad?” I said. “Do what?” he said, continuing to eat his eggs and bacon without glancing up. “You know very well”, I said. “If you were trying to scare me last night you certainly succeeded”. He looked me in the eye and said, “It wasn’t me. The trouble with you is that you are far too prone to flights of fancy”. Having said this my Father turned to my Mother as if expecting her to agree. Instead, she just sipped her tea. She wanted nothing to do with it. Then it was that I realised that there was no point in discussing the matter any more and I rose from the table. Dad then seriously suggested I accompany him to see the doctor!
I went back to camp that evening and spoke no more of it. Six weeks or so later Dad wrote to me to tell me that he had dug up a small, wooden crucifix while working in the back garden. It had a little brass figure of Christ attached to it but when Dad tried to brush the soil off it the wood crumbled to nothing. He kept the figure and polished it up but I don’t remember what finally became of it.

That was my first real experience of a ghost. I learned later that although our house had been built as part of a residential development on open counryside, there had been farmsteads and other buildings on that site in times gone by.
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Hi,

I did not know of a code, so thank you. I was awaken from someone sitting near me in my bed,I was side ways back to the room and I thought it was my Boy-friend and when I tured no one was there, perplexed though went back to sleep. It happend the second night, this time I said "go away and don't come back" Yes I regreted this thinking might have been my Brother who I asked a nd prayed to allow my brother to visit me...
I also felt the presence of someone whating to say something, I felt no air on my ear, just a feeling. I totaly forgot about my praying for a visit. My mother woke up to see my brther in ful form waist up, this was not long after we had put him to final resting, I felt my mother was in so much mouring that the mind palyed a trick on her, when she went to wake up her B/F and looked back he was gone, I'll always wonder about that.

I agree with Ferran the Skeptic. What you experienced was most likely a form
of Non-REM sleep paralysis. It's not as uncommon as most people would think.
I myself am a skeptic and I have personally experienced this phenomenon twice
that I can recall. I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. As frightening as it seems
when it occurs, it really can't hurt you.

I get sleep paralysis a lot. More when I lucid dream. Thinking about it, it's true everyt ime i wake up on my back. The thing about blood pooling in the back of the head, i hope it isn't serious. Time for some research..

me and friend were followed home by a shadowy thing once - we frequented this one cemetary... never hurt anything - just liked hanging aroung the stone statues and tombs i guess... anyway, something came after jeff one night and we ran out of there... he woke up with it over the couch he was sleeping on - it was standing over him... i didnt believe him

a month later i visited a friend of a friend - we went inside to pick her up.. - laster i was told that her mom, a practicing medium, said that i couldnt come into the house again because i left a shadowy thing behind me and it was hanging out near her daughters bed... i hadn't told those people about our experience - it was a very strange occurence

id be terrified....its prolly a spirit....because it couldnt possibly be an animal if you dont have any pets.....and i dont think one couldve just jumped through a closed window(if you have any).....so......yeah, you should try doing what that one person said...move away and see if it follows you

nah, bloodshed its not dangerous. sleep paralysis occurs because the sections of your brain controlling motor functions dont get enough blood by the time you want to move. this is because too much has pooled toward the back of your head. it isnt dangerous, i just imagine its scary.

Gotta agree, sounds like SP.

I am truly fascinated at how many people have SP experiences yet know absolutely nothing about sleep disorders. As much as they talk about them on The Learning Channel and The Discovery Channel you'd think everyone would have heard of them.