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STORY ID: 38
Anonymous had an experience with a Ghost near Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A. in 2005. Here is her story:
Let me start out by telling you that I am the ultimate skeptic. This happened in either 2005 or 2006. I'm not quite sure, but I know that I was pregnant with my youngest daughter who was born in Jan. of '06. I know that people tend to dream odd things, get leg cramps, food cravings etc. when they're pregnant, however, this was the only odd thing that happened "dream" wise (if that is what it was). The house I had moved into and was still in the process of remodeling was built in 1956 (not too old) in Arlington Heights, IL. I was living alone at that time with my other children and my husband was in our other house. This was honestly the scariest experience I've ever encountered (note:I have kids). So scary, that I called my husband in tears. I've read semi-similar stories, which makes me wonder. I was asleep and I must have had a weird dream that caused me to wake up or the pressure on my feet. It was as if my whole body was being held to the bed. I couldn't budge, nor did I want to because who would have been doing this? Kids aren't strong enough and my husband wasn't even there. I was so terrified that I wouldn't even open my eyes (the play dead routine). I stayed there, not knowing what to think or do. This will sound like a crock now, but it is what it is. I felt my duvet pull right off of me as if someone just yanked it down. Obviously at this point, there wasn't a chance that I would look. I had the feeling of being elevated, which probably sounds really jacked up, but I would swear that I was. When it felt safe again, I was on my bed with the duvet on up to shoulders. I started crying like a baby and called my husband. I think I sat in bed with the T.V. and lights on, but was terrified of going back to sleep. Whether it was a dream, I don't know. I told my sister about the dream and she looked online for information in regards to the previous owners obituaries. They had actually designed the house and with my luck, the woman had died in the house. Her husband may have, but not sure (he died prior to her). I knew when we bought the house that the previous owners had died, but didn't want to know if it was in the house. Take it for what it is. If it was a dream, then it was one of the dreams where you wake up, yet you're still dreaming. All I can say is that it opened my eyes to the possibility.
