To begin, this is not my first experience with the unexplained. However, I had never had another experience that was so close encounter, or terrifying.
It was not even a year ago that I was in my apartment alone. I believe I was baking and watching TV. When I noticed the moon chair in the corner of the room looked what I can only explain to be like a gas sitting in the dip of the chair. No specific shape, just like settled gas. I admit I felt immediately uneasy-that feeling you get when you know you aren't safe- but I continued doing what I was doing, trying to rationalize it must be a shadow (though I knew a shadow in the chair where it was didn't make sense).
Finally I decided I would move the blanket to put myself at ease that it was just a shadow. When I did this the "gas" rushed at me. It was hot and it felt like it was forcing its way down my throat. I remember trying to like close my throat and spit it out and it just kept going into me. It changed my voice. I felt very~ off for the next few hours, not like myself. I also felt scared like I was not alone.
I have tried on numerous accounts in the last year to find a report of something similar happening to anybody and I've come up empty-handed.
If anybody has any insight of what could have happened, I'd love to hear it.
Apparently I need 1500 characters to post this story. So I will tell of the experiences prior to this particular experience, but that stopped afterwards. The first weird thing that happened was the cigarette. My boyfriend at the time smoked and had come over the previous weekend. He had left a cigarette on the floor and though I seen it there under the end table for a few days I had not picked it up. A morning following I woke up and on a shelf that I could see while lying on my bed. And there was this tiny white circle sitting on the edge of the shelf (a shelf I may add that I couldn't reach without a ladder). Curious as to what this was I grabbed a ladder and checked it out. It was the cigarette that was on the floor; perfectly placed on the edge of the shelf. My boyfriend had not visited since and I lived alone.
Another experience was I found qtips on my bathroom floor. Again I live alone, no animals. My mail that I always leave in this particular spot was on the floor when I got back from work one day. It was winter, no windows open.
One night when my boyfriend spent the night, he came into the room and I had him close the door (I like it closed from past unexplained experiences). He did. In the morning the door was open and I asked him if he got up during the night, he said no; neither did I.
My mom got extremely ill and stress was high. At this point, there was a lot of sadness in my life. This is also when things became extreme. I went to my parents for the weekend and came home to my table moved to the middle of the apartment. The windows were also open that I left closed. I mean at this point I was beginning to wonder if somebody was coming into my apartment and messing with me.