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Charlotte Simmonds's avatar

I had this quite a few times as a student in London. A feeling of someone sat on my bed and the covers tightening asround me as they sat down. I was never really bothered by it as I was convinced it was a spirit of a relative who had died coming to say hello and keep me safe. Years later I was telling someone about these events and apparently it happens when people are vulnerable or stressed, women living alone quite often get it apparently. I still think I prefer to think that someone was coming to keep me safe.

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Emma Evans's avatar

I had a very similar experience in similar circumstance (in that I was stressed more than usual). When I was 17 on the morning of the funeral of one of my friends (bear with me here, I don’t believe in ghosts) I felt someone come and sit on my bed and just stay for a minute or two and then leave. I felt the tightening of my duvet and the bed lean slightly to one side under the weight of the person sat next to me. I presumed it was my Mum or Dad checking in on me and deciding to leave me to sleep a little as I had a tough day ahead. I had shut my eyes when I felt them sit (my back was to them) as I was tired of people asking me if I was ok. I was not. My friend had just died suddenly and I felt it was a bloody stupid question I was fed up of dealing with. When I asked later who had come into my room all my siblings and my parents were adamant no one had. What is interesting to me about what you shared about your experience is that it was the vividness of the experience that made it seem so real. I am convinced I was fully awake. I was anxious and filled with all sorts of emotions about the day ahead. I had been wide awake for a while.Not awake and drifting in and out of sleep . I had been fully wide awake for about 20 minutes. The sort of awake where you know there is no way your brain is going to let you go back to sleep. But I never felt it was the “spirit” of my friend who had come to visit me. I always felt there must be some other explanation. For starters the weight of the person sat next to me on my bed was far too heavy to be my friend that had died. She was a skinny and petite 16 year old. This was the weight of a fully grown reasonably large (tall) adult (which is why I presumed it was my Dad or older brother). I think it was some sort of neurological reaction to stress. I have always felt that it must be that. It didn’t really bother me (it was not frightening like yours Lorraine, which honestly sounded terrifying). I am not scared or spooked by it. I am just mystified and it has stayed with me because it was SO real. I am SO convinced I was awake when I experienced what I did. I would be intrigued to know more about what you discover as I have always felt it must have been my brain’s response to emotions I had never had to deal with, and was probably relatively young to be dealing with. As for the taxi, I agree with your husband … coincidence. They do happen. Then again, my husband says I am so pragmatic I should be a man! 🤣

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