Referring to an old post about ghosts, there's still something weird going on in this house. The other night I experienced something very unusual and scary. I was asleep in bed, when all of a sudden I was fully awake, but couldn't move or breathe. I felt a weight on my chest pushing down on me and I was literally gasping for breath. I tried to sit up, but couldn't move at all. This lasted for about a minute before the feelings disappeared. My mum thinks it was just a panic attack, but i'm not under any stress and during the day I feel normal. At the time I was lying on my back. I had never been so scared. Now I make a very concious effort not to fall asleep on my back.

My friend, who senses the presence of ghosts, experiences excactly the same thing and believes it's ghosts/ spirits entering the body. To my cynical mind that just sounds silly, but to my spiritual side, maybe not.

Apparently when I was a little girl I really did see a ghost, but I do not remember it. It was in my nan and grandad's old Victorian house in Greenwich. I spent most of my childhood there with my cousins. I was sitting at the dining room table drawing. I learned to draw and write my name when I was two. I wasn't happy unless I had a pencil in my hand! My mum, nan and aunt were sitting in the adjacent living room when apparently I looked up and said 'hello' to someone. When nan asked me who was I talking to I said 'that man in the corner'. There was no one in the room. I've heard the same version of this story from my nan, mum and aunt and the thought freaks me out a little, but I really wish i could remember what or who it was I saw.

Finally, I was quite cold one night a couple of nights ago and had my thick blanket over my duvet. However, in the middle of the night I ended up throwing it off after getting a bit too hot. It ended up in a pile on the floor and I just thought 'sod it, i'll fold it in the morning'. I closed my eyes and tried to get back to sleep. When I opened them again to get more comfortable, I was surprised to see my blanket was folded neatly at the end of my bed. At first I was really freaked out by this and sat there with the lights on for about half an hour staring at the blanket. Maybe i'm going mad and i'm trying to think of a logical explanation. Maybe I did fold it but just don't remember, or maybe I was half asleep. I'm not making this up. Then I realised that maybe someone was looking after me and I find that thought really comforting. My nan died several years ago and i'm convinced it's her. I think everyone has a spiritual side and mine just seems to be very active lately!