This is my second experience at my house. It's strange because as I said in my last story I've lived here all my life and haven't experienced anything until about a year ago.
I know this seems such a typical "I was drifting off to sleep/just woke up/was really tired etc" but I still can't shake the feeling that it's something more.
My boyfriend and I live in my childhood home that I rent off from my parents-they moved out a few years ago. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling incredibly cold, I vaguely glanced up and noticed that the window was shut so I rolled over, admittedly barely conscious and my eyes not even really open, getting ready to gently pull the duvet off my man assuming he had pulled it off me when... Whoops, I accidentally elbowed him pretty hard. I expected him to wake up and grunt at me or something but he stayed quiet. "Weird" I thought and lay back down...
After a few micro-seconds I sat bolt upright, wide awake. My boyfriend wasn't here that night. He had gone to Manchester to see his mum for the weekend. The duvet that was bunched up on his side in the definite shape of a body suddenly deflated and fell right in front of my eyes... It was as if someone was lying there but disappeared into nothing.
By this point I was wide awake in terror and defiantly conscious enough to see a light flash twice at the end of my bed, move a few inches to the left, flash again, become very dim then flash again by the window.
I switched on all the lights and watched TV on the sofa downstairs with the dog for extra protection... My bloke finds all this hilarious by the way but I seriously do not, I've never been more scared in my entire life
Thanks for reading guys