There aren't enough stories on this thread, I'm posting one of my own (it's more of a strange coincidence than a ghost story though) 
and then one of my Nan's.
Around ten years ago - when I was little, I was lying in bed drifting off to sleep when I hit that kind of drowsy, half asleep moment of nodding off. During this stage, I felt my leg slip down the side of the bed (wall side) as it seemed my blankets had become untucked somehow. Barely a second later it felt like something grabbed my ankle - and I mean properly, like real pressure all the way around. Needless to say I was scared shitless and have diligently tucked my sheets in on that side every night since.
Fairly recently, I started sleeping at the opposite end of my bed and I found myself in one of those lucid dreams (the kind though, where you can think but you can't particularly control anything). In the dream, I was standing outside my Mum's bedroom door and was fumbling around in the dark for the light switch (it's around the corner on the right-hand-side). Part way through fumbling I thought, 'I'm going to get grabbed aren't I?' And I was. What was odd though, is that I definitely felt pressure round my wrist in my dream - it was the thing that jolted me awake but unlike before, it felt like a hand: I could feel the different fingers around my wrist but it didn't have any temperature to it.
So I woke up. Naturally I thought myself a twat for grabbing my own wrist in my sleep, but when I went to check the placement of my limbs I found my left arm was on the mattress but my right had slipped down the side of the bed. So it was roughly in the same place as my ankle was all those years ago. That coincidence kind of weirded me slightly as I hadn't thought about the former story in years. How did my brain know that my arm had fallen down in the night? Why does it have to scare me all the bloody time?!
Has anyone else had this when they were sleeping - all the old hag symptoms seem to be pressure on your chest.
My Nan's story:
My Nan said that she was travelling home one day from work in the dark (they lived in the country so it was pitch black) and she noticed a small, bobbing light following her. She started to become frightened as it seemed to be following her and was gradually getting closer and closer. Turns out it was a man on a bicycle with a cigarette in his mouth.
and then one of my Nan's.Around ten years ago - when I was little, I was lying in bed drifting off to sleep when I hit that kind of drowsy, half asleep moment of nodding off. During this stage, I felt my leg slip down the side of the bed (wall side) as it seemed my blankets had become untucked somehow. Barely a second later it felt like something grabbed my ankle - and I mean properly, like real pressure all the way around. Needless to say I was scared shitless and have diligently tucked my sheets in on that side every night since.
Fairly recently, I started sleeping at the opposite end of my bed and I found myself in one of those lucid dreams (the kind though, where you can think but you can't particularly control anything). In the dream, I was standing outside my Mum's bedroom door and was fumbling around in the dark for the light switch (it's around the corner on the right-hand-side). Part way through fumbling I thought, 'I'm going to get grabbed aren't I?' And I was. What was odd though, is that I definitely felt pressure round my wrist in my dream - it was the thing that jolted me awake but unlike before, it felt like a hand: I could feel the different fingers around my wrist but it didn't have any temperature to it.
So I woke up. Naturally I thought myself a twat for grabbing my own wrist in my sleep, but when I went to check the placement of my limbs I found my left arm was on the mattress but my right had slipped down the side of the bed. So it was roughly in the same place as my ankle was all those years ago. That coincidence kind of weirded me slightly as I hadn't thought about the former story in years. How did my brain know that my arm had fallen down in the night? Why does it have to scare me all the bloody time?!
Has anyone else had this when they were sleeping - all the old hag symptoms seem to be pressure on your chest.
My Nan's story:
My Nan said that she was travelling home one day from work in the dark (they lived in the country so it was pitch black) and she noticed a small, bobbing light following her. She started to become frightened as it seemed to be following her and was gradually getting closer and closer. Turns out it was a man on a bicycle with a cigarette in his mouth.
