A good couple of years ago I lived in a semi detached house with my cousin, her husband and their two children. They were going on holiday and asked if I would watch their house for them. Sure, I said, why not?
I asked their daughter if I could please use her room to sleep in as it had all the amenities that I needed. After agreeing, she asked me over and over again if I was sure and did I really want to sleep in her room. Yeah, I said... It would be just fine.
That evening, when my family on the other side of the house fell asleep, I lay down and watched the telly. Peaceful enough, I thought, until I became rather depressed and very sullen. What was happening to me?
I decided to turn the TV off and go to bed. It was a few moments later when I felt the room become very dark and heavy feeling, and I heard a malevolent laugh. We had a housekeeper that lived in a cottage just outside the house and I called out to see if it was her. No answer.
I don't even think that it was a few minutes later that I felt a force pushing against my shoulders and a louder, more scary laugh. I tried and tried but could just not get off my bed. After screaming the Lord's Prayer out, I was released and ran hysterically towards the gate that divided our two houses. I finally got away but never, and I repeat never, did I sleep on that side of the house again.