My fiancé and I recently moved back to my hometown in Upstate NY to an apartment about 5 minutes from the rest of my family. It happens to have a large and OLD cemetery behind the property, dating back so far as the 1600's. The house is also on a dead end road with literally ZERO traffic and maybe 16 houses in all, mine being the only one split into apartments. Needless to say it is quiet.
Being on the second floor is always tough, getting used to the noises of a new home as well as a new neighbors, so I always try to let things slide and think logically. I can't say that I have ever lived somewhere there was no activity at all, but I give each place a chance to come out on its own. Well, this place came out all right...
The first night in our new home, I was so glad to be out of the city and back to a small town. I thought to myself "I am going to sleep like a baby here" with the windows open and the wind whispering through the maple trees in my front yard, giving barely a moment of thought to the cemetery out back. I gave up on unpacking and went to bed.
I can dream some vivid dreams, so whether or not this was a dream is still not certain for me, however I know I saw my windows with the drapes flowing in the breeze right where they should be (all of my other dreams seem to be rearranged or reverse of what they are in reality, which makes me think this might have been real) as well as being in the new apartment. I was laying in bed, on my back, when I felt something sit on the bottom outer edge of my bed on my side. My fiancé was lying beside me asleep, so I kept myself calm and attempted to ignore the being so as not to startle them or agitate them. Then the being slowly made its way up the bed to rest on my chest, making it impossible to breathe or move. I tried desperately to "push" the entity off of me with my mind, basically trying to will it to move, when it proceeded to push down on me harder, like it was attempting to restrain me. I strained out a scream waking my fiancé, who was freaking out wondering what was wrong. I was hoarsely yelling at him that something was on top of me so seeing my panic he tried to push whatever it was off physically. Then it just stopped, the weight lifted and it was gone. Here comes the weird part.
I don't remember the after math; all I know is that I woke up the next morning covered in sweat with my fiancé beside me. I woke him up and asked him if he remembered what had happened. He was groggy on the night (which I find VERY confusing as he was completely freaked out during the incident) but said he thinks he remembers me waking him up saying something about not being able to breathe. He then rolled over and went back to sleep, which is very unusual for him as he is the type of person that once they are awake they are AWAKE.
I haven't had anything of that magnitude happen since, just some taps on the walls (which could be water moving through the pipes for the heating) and the occasional flip-out of the cat for no apparent reason, but she is a nutcase anyway. However, when the elderly woman down stairs is not home and we don't have the TV or radio on, we can hear someone moving furniture down there. At first I thought she had someone staying with her, but when I went down and knock on the door, there is no answer. I also peeked through her windows (she has the same windows as we do, HUGE ones, side by side, that basically give you a clear line of sight from the front of the apartment all the way to the back). Not a soul was there, nor was anything moved from its place. Besides that, the woman is elderly as well as a chain smoker; I don't see her moving anything. I asked her about the noises once and she laughed, saying it was probably her ghost. Apparently we are not the only ones who have uninvited guests.