Before my boyfriend and I bought our home we were living in the apartment that he had been renting for about ten years. While visiting there, and later living there I had many paranormal experiences. I'll tell of the two most benign ones first.
When we first started dating I'd go over to his place two to three times a week, to hang out, have dinner and watch tv. He had about twenty fishtanks and kept them in his living room, so there was no room for a tv in there. So we would sit on his bed to watch tv.
One night he was fixing us a snack and I was sitting on the bed watching tv. When I felt someone sit down next to me, brush my hair behind my ear, and then breathe into my ear. I was shocked to say the least, because I had no idea that a ghost could breathe.
When my boyfriend came back into the room, he took one look at me and said, "Okay what happened? I know you saw or heard something. What was it?" I told him what had transpired, and he told me that he had things like that happen to him often. I asked him why he didn't warn me, and he said not everyone believes in the paranormal and he didn't want me to think that he was crazy or making stuff up, so he was waiting until I brought the subject up to discuss his experiences.
I am not sure how much later the next experience took place, but it was at least a year later, because I was living in the apartment at the time. One night I woke up to what I thought was someone picking my foot up, and dropping it back onto the bed. My first thought upon waking was that I had dreamed the incident. While I was convincing myself that it was a dream, it happened again.
Now I was shocked, because I clearly felt someones fingers between my toes, as they picked up my foot and dropped it back onto the bed. I couldn't understand how they could have substance, but remain unseen. While I was trying to comprehend this, it happened a third time.
Now I absolutely hate anything between my toes, so the third time I was annoyed. I shouted out, "Stop It!" This woke my boyfriend up, and he said, "I'm not doing anything." I told him that I wasn't talking to him. Then I told him what had happened, and he told me that the same thing happened to him every once in awhile. I guess whoever was bothering me, got the hint, because it never happened again.