My husband always said he didn't believe in ghost, he doesn't like to hear about it or talk about it. I always tell him that's a lie. I know he is, but he just doesn't want to show it.
One Saturday night, I believe it was around like 7 pm, the whole family were watching a film in the living room. (Myself, my husband, three daughters, the youngest still a baby). After like 30 minutes of the movie, my husband said he was feeling tired and went upstairs to bed. Our living room is just below our bedroom, so if you're upstairs, you can still hear everyone from downstairs.
After the movie was over, I went upstairs to get a blanket for my baby. On entering our bedroom I saw my husband was sleeping flat on his stomach with his legs spread apart and he was facing the wall and the room was pitch dark. I didn't turn on the lights when I went in. I was sure he heard me walking in and out.
Later that night I asked one my daughter's to go back upstairs to grab a pair of socks for my baby because her feet was cold. I told her not to switch the lights because daddy was sleeping. She quickly ran upstairs and back down again.
An hour or two later, I was feeling sleepy so I decided that it was time for bed and sent my daughters up to their rooms. After tucking my girls to bed, I went to our room. The lights were on and my husband was lying sideways facing the wall. So I asked him why was the lights on. He looked at me in a weird way and this is what he said.
Earlier when I came in the room he heard me. Then later when my daughter came in, he heard her too, but he didn't know who it was. He said he heard the door close, like the person had left, which she really did leave. Not even 5 minutes had passed since our daughter had come upstairs, my husband said he had a feeling that someone was still in the room. He thought it was me, but he wasn't sure. Remember he was still lying on his front and his legs were spread apart. He could hear the person footsteps walking slowly to the end of the bed where his feet were and sat down in between his legs. I asked him how did he know it sat down, he said because he felt the end of the bed went down as if someone set down. Then whoever sat between his legs started bouncing slowly as if it was me bouncing my baby to sleep like how I usually do.
In his head he kept thinking it has to be me just trying to make my baby go to sleep, but usually I hum or sing softly, but this person wasn't humming or sing at all and plus if it was me trying to put my baby to sleep, why wasn't my baby making any noise?...so he didn't move, he was frozen in fear. He could hear the TV on and my daughters talking, but he didn't hear my voice, so he thought it had to be me that is sitting at the end of the bed, but he was not sure so he kept listening to see if he was going hear my voice. Then he finally heard my voice telling my daughters to stop fighting, that's when he started freaking out. He hit his feet together as fast as he can to see if he could feel anyone and he didn't, so he ran to turn on the lights... He looked around the room; no one was in there with him but himself. Then he just climbed back to bed with the lights on. Then after a while I walked in and that's when he told me.