I bought a pair of old terraced flats way back in the sixties when I was single.At first everything was ok, until the night I was woken up by intense cold. My bed was freezing. You’d think I’d just taken the sheets out of a freezer. I lay trying to get back to sleep when I heard a loud sigh around my head area. I froze in more ways than one. Then I rationalised it. I had my bed against the outside wall, which could account for the cold. The head of my bed was in an alcove and as the flat next door was the same layout but reversed, they might have the head of their bed in their alcove which would be directly against my head, and what I’d heard was one of them sighing. Eventually, the cold went and I got back to sleep.
A few nights later I was again awakened by my bed being like ice. Then I heard the loud sigh again, but this time it was right next to me, on the pillow. I jumped up and stood staring at my pillow, my heart hammering. The next day I moved my bed across the bedroom to the opposite wall, facing the window. A street light backlit my curtains, but not enough to disturb me.
Everything went ok from then on, until (and at this point I assure you every word of what I’m telling you is true) the night i turned over in bed, faced the window and saw a dark shadow of what looked to be a man crossing the room, silhouetted against the backlit window, and walking towards the alcove. As I watched, not believing what I was seeing, it turned its head and looked at me.
Next day I moved my bed into the living room and never again went into that room at night.
