About two and a half years ago, I returned from a trip and had gotten very sick. I fainted twice, had a high fever, my family took me to a hospital and they ran tests that proved inconclusive. Nights were the worst for me and it became difficult for me to breathe. My mother decided to put me in my step sister's room, which is right next to hers. I think that my step sister is sensitive, kind of like my step dad but I don't think she has had many experiences like he does. She also doesn't discuss things like my father does, she isn't a very open person like he is and is hardly willing to discuss paranormal. But I know her, she's my sister, I know that she won't talk about things that frighten her, even with me.
Anyway, she was always uncomfortable in that room and would often ask me to sleep there with her when she first started sleeping there. As I was trying to sleep in this room, I felt something push on my chest, and then I couldn't breathe. It wasn't like my sickness, whatever it was, I couldn't move or scream and within a few minutes (it felt like hours) whatever it was let up and I could breathe again. I know this wasn't because I was ill, it was different than that, because even though I was sick, I wasn't on much medication and I hadn't ever been unable to move or speak.
Even afterwards I got up and told my mother, who disregarded it as my being sick, I know that wasn't it. It didn't feel the same, and by this time in my illness I was getting better. This experience has never left my mind and I have not slept in that room to this day, and I don't like going in there at night. It might not necessarily be paranormal, but it was easy to rule out dreaming or medication. It still frightens me to think about. I've even had experiences in my own bedroom and I'd still rather sleep there than in my sister's room.