This story is located in my temporary house where my mother, sister and myself would live there because the divorce. But now I am living at my house from my childhood.
The temporary house was nicer because there were less bad vibes there.
One night, when I was tucked under my blankets and facing the wall. Like I always been sleeping. And all of the sudden I was hearing soft breathing.
Making sure it wasn't me who was making the sound I was holding my breath. And I was still hearing the breathing. I was sure that the breathing was from a male and it was at a normal tempo. It sounded like it was coming from across the room at my desk (which was near my door).
I was scared and was controlling my scares and I was trying to stay as calm as possible and did not move until it was over. And after an hour I was confident enough to move.
The next evening I told my mom about it and she told me not to be scared.
That night the breathing was closer and was angrier. The breathing was getting closer by the minute. I did not hear any footsteps just the breathing getting closer. After a few minutes later the breathing was so close it felt like it was above my face.
Like the person/thing was hanging above me waiting to move around.
I was freaked out of my life and was not moving an inch. It was like the male/thing tried to talk to me, but couldn't.
It lasted about an hour and that was the most scariest moment of my life. The next night it didn't happened and never experienced something like that again.