This experience happened while my husband and I were in New Orleans after our Aunt Rita passed away while she was on vacation in St. Lucia. Aunt Rita's body had been in St. Lucia for about 3-4 weeks because of custom issues with transferring a body out of the country.
My husband and I stayed at her home for about 1 week to make sure everything was ok (she lived in the 9th ward).
We brought along our 2 children and close family friends who brought their two boys along and their cute little Cocker Spaniel Khakie. The Children kept complaining that Khakie was barking at different corners in the house and seemed upset. We just brushed it off as the dog not being used to staying in a strange house.
Aunt Rita's house was still under repair from the hurricanes (Rita and Katrina) so all of the bedrooms were not suitable to sleep in since they were being used for storage.
The children were sleeping in the front room and our friends were in the back bedroom, this left Aunt Rita's room for me and my husband to sleep in. My husband did not want to sleep in Aunt Rita's room, he just felt uneasy, and he felt it might be disrespectful.
We debated about sleeping in her room for a long time. I had already moved our suitcases in her room. I didn't have a problem with sleeping in her room because there was no where else to sleep and we had driven over 9 hours on top of staying up late.
My husband finally gave in and we turned in for the night. At about 2 or 3 in the morning I woke up with a start because I heard something that sounded as if some one struck the bed as hard as they could with an open hand. I also heard a mans voice shout "Ants in the Bed!" I looked around the room, and at the foot of the bed I saw what looked like T.V static in the shape of a man. I thought to myself, "You have got to be kidding me, did a freaking ghost just wake me up! I thought about it for a few seconds and decided I was too tired to be scared or even interested so I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
Within a few seconds I felt a very firm grip around my neck and it kept applying pressure slowly but steadily until I was having a hard time breathing. I could feel my face turning red and I was getting concerned.
I started reciting the Lord's Prayer and I felt the pressure being released. I continued the prayer and the ghost released me from his grip. I smiled and thought, "you punk ghost! You know who my Father is, you better run!" After about 1 minute the ghost came back and put its hands around my neck again. This time it was hesitant and didn't apply as much pressure as the first time. I said, "Jesus is Lord." and it let me go and this time I no longer felt its presence.
I don't know what "Ants in the bed" means I told my husband and our friends about it in the morning. They said that maybe it didn't want us sleeping in Aunt Rita's bed. My husband even thought it may have been Aunt Rita, but I am 100% positive that it was not our beloved Aunt Rita, it was a mean man.
I think maybe the ghost was why Khakie was so upset all the time; she was only calm when the adults were around.
This was not the only time "Ants in the bed" made an appearance, he showed up while we were having a family dinner after Aunt Rita's Service. He slammed and locked Aunt Rita's bedroom door when every one in the house was in the front eating. All of us heard it, and when my husbands father went to the back he could not open the door, he was really confused until I told him about what happened to me a few weeks earlier.
My father in law is a minister; he asked me a lot of questions about what happened with me and the ghost, after a while we all went back to the front to finish dinner my father in law stayed in the back a few minutes longer than everyone else. By the time dinner was over the ghost had unlocked and opened the bedroom door.
I often wonder what my father in law said to the ghost to get it to unlock the door...