About ten years ago my family and I moved to Alberta from British Columbia. My parents had moved ahaed of my sister and I. Before they left I asked them to reserve the room the farthest down the hall for me, I had asked this before even seeing the house.
A couple months later we arrived at our new house. My parents had reserved the room for me like I had asked. I moved in and loved my room though it was the smallest. It was in a corner and two windows made the corner, something I had never seen before. Shortly after moving in both my parents had seen the ghost of my aunt Donna, who had passed away some 8 years before we moved and is buried in B.C., at the front sidewalk of the house.
Everything was fine at first, I had no problems and saw nothing out of the ordinary. But about 2-3 years after moving in I began to notice certain things. Sometimes when I was alone in my room I would distinctly smell cigarette smoke. My parents would always smoke outside and my window was always closed. The basement suite was being rented out to a man, but he never smoked inside either. I would smell it at different times of the day too, I am a bit of a night owl and would stay up to sometimes two in the morning reading, I would sometimes smell it then, when I knew everyone else was asleep. I was always alone when I smelled it too.
I didn't notice at first but gradually my room's temperature would drop. It was the coldest in the winter of course but I thought that was because it was the farthest room in the house, I also kept my door closed almost all the time because I played my radio at night; I don't like sleeping in silence. My parents noticed how cold it got in there too but thought the same thing I did, my door was closed too often.
It was during one of these cold nights that I first felt it. I had two blankets, one to cover me and another over top of that one. The top-most blanket I had wrapped around and tucked into my sides while I was on my back. It was late at night and I couldn't sleep bacause of the cold. I had just finished rearranging my blankets and settled down when I felt this tug on my blankets. It felt like someone had grabbed a bit of the blanket between their thumb and forefinger and tugged. Immediately I opened my eyes but I couldn't see anything, it was too dark. Eventaully I fell asleep, but not without making sure there was nothing in my room that I couldn't see. I got up and turned on the light but there was nothing there.
Over the next five years I still didn't see anything. But my room still remained cold at night. I still smelled cigarette smoke at random intervals. I would always ask and make sure that neither of my parents or the neighbour were smoking inside the house. I also felt something new that was even scarier than the blankets getting pulled on. It was always at night when I was alone in my room, I would feel something breathing very fast directly into my face. It was cold air so I could feel it clearly. And it was always over my face and felt the strongest over my nose. I would open my eyes but see nothing. It felt like it was something breathing very fast out of their nose and they were right in my face.
As long as I stayed in that house, I have since moved out last year, I always smelled or felt the same thing. One time my boyfriend even felt something in my room, he told it to leave him alone and it did. I never spoke aloud to it for fear of something answering, and my family couldn't afford moving out. Since leaving the house I still felt activity, but I'll leave that for another post.