posted on Apr, 20 2014 @ 06:26 AM
I used to be completely against the existence of ghosts. That changed about 3 weeks ago.
I'm 28 years old. When I was growing up, my mother's aunt stayed with us for a few years, became ill, and died in our house. Thankfully I wasn't
home at the time. I remember skating back home later in the afternoon after playing hockey all day, only to see an ambulance parked in front of my
I sprinted home, and the ambulance drove away. My mother greeted me in the driveway, heartbroken, and told me her aunt had passed away.
Sometimes my father would joke (years later, avoiding any type of "too soon") that he would walk through what felt like a refrigerator inside our
house at random points. I chalked it up to him trying to scare us kids, that's his type of humor. I never experienced it, nor did my brother or
Fast forward to about 3 weeks ago. I was spending the night at my parent's house, and I was about to go to sleep. My cat I brought home from
college, who stays with my parents, jumped into bed with me like he always did when I was still living at home.
In my room, there is a walk-in closet, with 2 sliding doors. My bed is in the center of the room, and the closet is behind me when laying in bed.
All was well, my cat was laying on my chest falling asleep as I scratched his head, when he suddenly snapped his head up, looked past me at the
closet, literally ran up my chest with his claws out, and launched himself into it. He's NEVER been one to be jumpy like that, and he immediately
darted out of the room.
It freaked me out. I'm literally getting chills writing this. That wasn't the worst part. Maybe an hour later, once I calmed down a bit, I
attempted to fall asleep again. As I was drifting asleep, I felt the unmistakable feeling of my bed depressing, as if someone sat on my bed next to
me. I thought my heart was going to explode. I left my parents house. It's a bit embarrassing to say now, but at the time I felt pretty confident
in my decision to leave lol.
I told my father about what happened, he didn't look surprised at all. Little did I know he wasn't joking about the cold spots.
Has anyone here had an experience remotely similar? The feeling that something sat next to you? I'd love to hear your thoughts, whether they're
your experiences or theories on what happened in my room.