Here's an update on the experiences I've been having at my friend's house.
I spent the night there last night which I really regret now. It started off normal laughing and chatting in her room, watching TV and snacking on chips. Then we agreed we were tired and she switched off the light and turned off the television. I was sleepy and was determined to ignore the feeling of dread and not be scared (upon advice from my previous post) and tried to go to sleep.
It was not long after my friend and I both went to bed my friend was snoring, suddenly the doorknob started turning. Of course I almost crapped my pants, but I just lay there, staring at the wall and hoping it would go away like usual. It turned again, and I heard the door open. (I know it opened because I heard the wood hit her closet, since its right behind the door. It doesn't squeak when it opens, because it's a newer door than the rest of the house. But I've heard that door open a lot and I was absolutely sure I heard it open)
This had never happened before, only the knob turning. Then I heard the sound of footsteps in her carpet (the carpet is really thick and you can hear when someone is walking on it). I was scared out of my mind, but that wasn't the weirdest thing about it. Whenever you walk in her room and pretty much anywhere in the house you can hear the floor creak (since it's old) but there was no creaking just the footsteps in the carpet. I was too scared to move, so I just listened to the footsteps and they kept coming and stopped right in front of me. Then I heard quiet breathing, and it got louder, like somebody was breathing with effort. I looked up and couldn't see a thing, but I knew there was something standing right in front of me. Then something really cold touched my elbow, and slid up to my shoulder. It was like someone with really cold hands had stroked my arm. Next the cold touch was on my cheek, like fingers touching my cheekbone, and then it was gone. I waited, and nothing else happened. I felt like I was alone again.
I started crying and rolled over to wake up my friend. She doesn't wake up easy, but seemed to realize I was upset. I got her to sit up and pointed at the open door. I knew it would alert her to something weird, because she always shut the door at night. While we were both watching, it slammed shut really loud. We screamed and I hid under the blankets. A few moments later her dad came into the room. I pretended to be asleep, because I didn't want to have to explain it. He told her not to mess around, it was late and he was tired, and she said okay and he left. We didn't sleep any more after that.
I've made up my mind and told her that I won't go back there until I know what her house's history is and I feel safe there again. She finally believes me, at least. I don't know what this means. Maybe there's a spirit who's trying to tell me something, or frighten me, I don't know. But I am seriously scared.
I probably sound dumb and naïve, but does anyone know how I would go about looking her house up at the library?