However, upon investigating literally moments later there was no one upstairs. A little spooked, I went downstairs and spoke to my Mum about it. It was then she told me that there were a few incidences since I'd left home. She would often see a figure leaning over our stair banister watching her whilst she worked in the kitchen. She also mentioned that a little baby girl had died in my bedroom when the house was built years ago in 1923, and she would hear the baby's pram. All these incidences at my parents only happened when I visited.
After I had moved out to several places here and there, I went to live in a place called Luton when I was 24 as a tenant in a small two bedroom house. My bedroom there was incredibly small but it reminded me of home. One night, I was all alone in the house and asleep in my bed (I'm a very light sleeper and I wake up from the slightest noises sometimes) and I heard my bedroom door open and then I felt some sort of pressure next to me, like something was sitting beside me near the top of my bed.
I woke up and noticed my bedroom door was wide open and the lights were on in the landing. I also heard running water coming from the bathroom. I didn't think much of it as I thought it was my house mate so I got up and looked into the bathroom, both sinks taps were running. I turned them off and noticed that there were lights on downstairs so I wandered down there, had a look around but no one was there. I turned off all the lights and checked my house mate's bedroom but he wasn't there.
I was quite freaked out by now but nothing prepared me for what happened the following night. I heard some sort of growling noise in the middle of the night which woke me up and remember it being very cold. I couldn't open my eyes and it felt as if I was pinned to my bed. I had to fight to move my arms or legs and eventually I managed to move my after a massive jolt of my body. This scared me so much to the point I packed my things up and left as soon as I could.
I had no incidences since that day until I visited my parents for the summer holidays this year, 2 years later. The other day, I found myself very restless and unable to sleep. At one point I must have drifted off and I was lying on my side. Once again I heard the growl but this time felt something creeping on the other side of my pillow. I was unable to move again but I told myself that I had to move and roll over no matter how scared I was, which eventually I did. I didn't want to go back to sleep afterwards. I've not had any further experiences since I've been here.
To me, this sounds like a very sinister ghost and I'm not sure why it seems to attach itself to me. It doesn't sound very friendly at all and I'm just scared to go to sleep sometimes. During the times when I've been asleep, I'm not sure whether I am actually completely awake and whether this is part of a dream but it feels very real.
I've had dreams where you think they're real before but nothing like this. If they are dreams then I don't want to have them anymore and if they're not then I'd rather not experience this again. I hope someone can help or give some advice on what's going on. I've told this to a few people before but no one really believes me. Thanks for your time.