I have to prop myself up in bed on several pillows in order to avoid stomach acid flowing back up.
It was quite late on Sunday night/Monday morning. After 12am before 12.30 am. I had been reading and was tired. I had slipped down the pillows while reading so I when I put my book and glasses down on the bedside table I repositioned myself to be more upright. I settled into my pillows and just lay thinking about the things I needed to remember to do that day. My eyes were open and I hadn't switched the bedside light off. The room was well lit.
I felt that someone was on the bottom of the bed - legs straddling either side of my body. I felt like they walked up the bed towards me - I could feel the mattress go down on either side of me with each 'footstep'. A thousand things ran through my mind. I was not scared because I knew I was awake and not having a nightmare. I started shouting for my husband (asleep in the back bedroom) then I felt a warm breath on my face which blew my fringe up off my forehead for a moment. I continued to shout my husband's name.
He came flying through the door (not like a ghost - hehe) and said he'd been thinking I was having a heart attack (I've had a bit of angina lately). When I described what had just happened I got goosebumps and went freezing cold. My husband said that I'd gone really pale.
He scoffed at the thought of me describing someone walking up my bed and said I'd been dreaming. But I'm adamant that I'd not closed my eyes. I'd only just put my book down and I was aware of the time.
I told my daughters. They told their friends/workmates. We've been having discussions since then about things that have happened in the past that we've spoken about before.
My younger daughter had rolled a skein of yarn into a ball in her bedroom and then gone downstairs for something to eat. When she went back up the wool had been strewn all around the room. Hanging from the hook on the back of the door to the wardrobe, to the window, to the bed, to the en-suite, back to the window handles. It must've taken ages to arrange the yarn like this. She was the only one in the house. She slept in between us for weeks afterwards - wouldn't go back in her room.
My older daughter went to open her bedroom door and it would not open. She yanked the door and felt as though someone was yanking it back closed and assumed someone was on the other side of the door. She'd said 'stop messing about' and when she got in her room, no one was there. She turned and ran to go downstairs so quickly that she slipped all the way downstairs on her backside.
Although I didn't feel frightened when I felt someone was on the bed, since we've been reminiscing other unexplained stuff that's happened and been half forgotten over the years I've worked myself up into a tizz. I've been sleeping in the back bedroom with my husband for the past couple of nights (the rest of Sunday night, and last night). Neither of us sleep well in the same bed. We disturb each other for one reason or another.
When I've had to go into my room for clothes and things - I've been running in and out as quickly as possible, leaving the door open.
I don't usually let things spook me. I enjoy 'scary' films.
Every time I think about what happened the other night I go cold.
I'm sure I wasn't asleep. My husband concludes I must have been.
I can't understand why I'm so unsettled. I don't believe in ghosts.
It was the movement of the matress that scared me most - I don't think I'll ever be able to sleep in that bed again. Which is a shame - it's the comfiest bed I've ever slept on.
Was I asleep?