Now, as usual, I will treat even my own story with a level of skepticism. This literally just happened to me last night and I'm a little on edge so I thought id share it before I forget the details or completely brush it off as something else.
At about 12. 30am I turned my computer of (it's in my bedroom) and busied myself clearing away sketches for work tomorrow, my mind was busy with mundane, everyday things and the room was well lit so the paranormal was far from my mind. My boyfriend had gone to a birthday party so I was alone for a few more hours with just the dog for company. Out of nowhere, a shudder erupted down my spine and an overwhelming sense of fear completely took over me. I was gripped with the unmistakable feeling of being watched. As usual I shrugged it off and went downstairs for a glass of water.
I was surprised to see the dog curled under the table in the kitchen; normally he greets me then follows me to my room but tonight he just wouldn't move. What surprised me even more was the living room door was open about 3 inches. He's not allowed in there by himself and I certainly never leave it open even a little bit, neither does my boyfriend (this is where my first sighting happened, near that door going into that room) so I reached toward the handle. It was pitch black and the feeling of eyes on me was unmistakable, I swear I could feel a gaze burning at me through the dark. A heavy draft, not like a trickle of air, more like a concentrated blow hit my hand and the door slammed right in front of me, like something didn't want me to enter. The dog barked like crazy and raced past me upstairs. It was unusual because he's normally quiet and won't come up unless invited.
Of course, I didn't stick around and bolted upstairs and cowered with the dog under my duvet. My hand started throbbing and now there is an inch long cut, not like a scratch or graze, but a fairly jagged cut near my thumb joint on my palm. I'm 100% positive that nothing physically touched my hand.
Two hours later my boyfriend returned home in high spirits and was surprised to see me still awake, I didn't tell him what happened because by then I has convinced myself he'd accidentally opened it and a draft just shut it but after we had cuddled for awhile and he was drifting off to sleep he mumbled to me "you left the lights on in the living room by the way. Oh and don't burn incense down there anymore, you know I hate it" My stomach plunged. I don't own any incense, I hadn't even been in there all night and it was pitch black when I left it.
I have two other stories relating to this and my house history is on one of them and in my profile, sorry for the length of it, any bad grammar or poor writing and if it seems fairly mundane but it sure as heck scared me!
Also, I checked for a draft (it being so darn cold outside) but there is nothing. The room is usually quite warm and the windows are fairly new.