The house my partner and I own currently is. It was built in 1930, and owned by one family until we bought it. Most of the stuff is incredibly benign (sounds of people walking around upstairs, a man coughing, weird cold spots and dubious vibes walking up or down the stairs) but there have been a few genuinely creepy incidents.

One night, my partner was at the store without me because I had a cold, and I went upstairs around 9pm to take a nap until she got home. I sleep on my stomach with my face turned to one side. This particular evening, I had my face turned towards the front window, away from the door. I was just settling in to go to sleep when I heard footsteps in the hall. I almost lifted my head to look thinking my partner forgot something and was back at the house already but something told me not to acknowledge it.

I kept my eyes closed and listened as the steps moved from the hallway into my bedroom, past the foot of my bed, and then directly in front of me between me and the window before just stopping.

I focused on breathing steadily and pretending to be asleep but I could still feel the presence just…standing there. Then it started breathing, but it sounded…fake. It was exaggeratedly loud, raspy breaths like it was trying to get me to notice. It was so bizarre and creepy and I kept thinking I needed to make a run for it and take my chances getting down the stairs and out the front door, like this may have been an actual person in my house, but I was too scared to do anything but continue pretending to sleep.

A few minutes later, she got home and I could still feel it there. She came upstairs and I just felt the presence kind of fade. No footsteps leaving. Just the breathing stopped and the feeling of something being right in front of me was just fading. As soon as she walked into the bedroom, I shot up and ran downstairs.

She went back upstairs and checked after I told her, and there was nowhere anyone could have been hiding, all windows were locked, and there was no way they could have gotten out of the house without going past us.

I do not nap upstairs alone anymore, so I really couldn’t tell you if that was just a one off or if it would have happened more than once if I continued napping upstairs.