This incident took place 7 years ago - when I was doing my final year of high school. My mother was returning from a holiday in Europe and she expected a spotless home when she got back. I had decided to re-arrange my bedroom. I was warned about the way I had done this, with the head of the bed facing the door. I didn't take much note of this as I brushed it off as an old-wives' tale.
At the time, I had a boyfriend who lived close by and who loved to walk along the canal to get to my home. I had joked several times about him bringing bad spirits into the house by doing this (it's considered bad to walk along water at night).
He came around that evening and stayed until about 10. When he left that night, I woke up to find my bed shaking, a steady kind of shake. Trying to make sense of it, I tried to sit upright, but failed to do so. Something made me turn to the chair next to my bed... There was a tall dark figure sitting there. I couldn't utter a sound! I tried calling for my father in the next room, but just wasn't able to do so. Instead, I closed my eyes and just cried, prayed and begged for this thing to go away.
After what felt like an hour, I opened my eyes and it was gone.
The next day, I asked my father, a staunch Catholic to please get some holy water from the church. This was then sprinkled about the room with vigor and a silent prayer.
I'll never break those rules again... Call me superstitious if you like.
Although, the room I had stayed in was the room of my older sister before. She had also reported feelings of coldness and even a couple of sightings. The house in general had an eerie feeling.
Those are stories in their own I guess...
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