My story happened about 4 years ago. I had moved to New York to start a new life with my then girlfriend Lisa. We wanted to save up some money so we were staying with my mother in the Bronx in an apartment she had recently moved into. The building was probably close to a hundred years old. It was a one bedroom apartment, so my girlfriend and I slept on an air mattress in the living room while my mother slept in the bedroom.
Everything was completely normal for the first few months, then weird things started to happen. My first experience happened to me one night after Lisa and I had laid down to go to bed. I have always had a problem with going straight to sleep, so I was just laying there with my eyes closed when I heard what sounded like someone breathing. At first, I didn't really pay any attention to it because I thought that it was just Lisa, then I heard it again, and again. I asked Lisa why she was breathing so hard but got no response. Lisa was asleep. I decided to investigate the strange noise, but I found nothing. I went into my mother's room to see if maybe she was awake, but she too was sound asleep. A bit baffled, I just decided to go lay back down and after about an hour I finally was able to go to sleep.
The following morning when I woke up, I didn't mention anything about the noise to either my mom or Lisa. A few days had gone by without hearing the noise at night, and then it happened again, only this time it seemed to be louder than the first time that I heard it. I sat trying to figure out what could possibly be making this noise. After about 20 or 30 minutes, it stopped.
The next morning I decided to say something about what I had been hearing. I told my mother and Lisa about it and they both just laughed at me. I asked my mom if she had ever heard anything like that before I had come there and she said no. The next night I was in my mother's room playing my video game while her and Lisa were asleep on my mom's bed. I really wasn't trying to hear that noise again, so I was going to stay in my mom's room until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. Out of nowhere, my stereo, which was in the living room, turned on. I was startled by this and didn't want to turn it off, but it was a bit loud so I had to do it. When I got to the stereo, I thought to myself if maybe the alarm on it was on, but it wasn't. I remembered to note the time and it was about 1:30am, the same time that I would hear the breathing. I slept in my mother's room that night.
The next night at bed time Lisa and I were back in the living room. Fearing hearing the noise again, I pulled the sheet over my head. I was laying on my left side and Lisa's back was against mine. All I could do was wait for the breathing to start. Shortly after I pulled the sheet over my head it did, only this time it started to move around the room. It had never done this before. I began to get really scared at this point and I just wanted for it to stop, but it didn't. It started getting louder and closer to me and then it happened. As I laid on my side I felt someone's hand lightly stroke my arm. I was instantly paralyzed by fear. I actually felt fingers stroke my arm through the thin sheet. After that everything stopped.
The next morning, I couldn't wait to tell my mother and Lisa what happened to me in the night, but when I did, I received the same response as the first time. Upset, I decided to take a shower. When I took my shirt off, I noticed that my arm where it had touched me was slightly discolored. I showed this to both my mom and Lisa and they couldn't understand it. They both thought that it was a bit weird, but still they didn't believe me about my experience with what I believe to be a ghost.
It never happened to me again while I stayed in that apartment, but I will never forget about these experiences, and I am thankful to have had the opportunity to share them with all of you. Thank you.