Once lived in a house, and slept in the room, where the previous owner had died. It was a house where you always felt you had company, even when you knew you were the only one in the building.
Anyways, one night I was lying in bed reading a book when I got that feeling of being stared at. It felt like someone was standing at the door just staring at me - I was alone in the room. I couldn't shake the feeling so decided to put down the book and turn the light off. I lay down and, as usual, turned to face the wall against which the bed was placed - this put my back towards the door. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at me and could feel the eyes burning into my back. I pulled the blanket up around me to tuck myself in and just after that the side of the bed behind me went down as it does when someone sits on it. You can guess how quickly I turned in the bed- but found myself alone. No-one will ever convince me to alter my belief that something sat on the edge of the bed that night.
Anyways, one night I was lying in bed reading a book when I got that feeling of being stared at. It felt like someone was standing at the door just staring at me - I was alone in the room. I couldn't shake the feeling so decided to put down the book and turn the light off. I lay down and, as usual, turned to face the wall against which the bed was placed - this put my back towards the door. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was staring at me and could feel the eyes burning into my back. I pulled the blanket up around me to tuck myself in and just after that the side of the bed behind me went down as it does when someone sits on it. You can guess how quickly I turned in the bed- but found myself alone. No-one will ever convince me to alter my belief that something sat on the edge of the bed that night.