I have no rational explanation for what happened last night
I woke up overnight and took a drink of water from the glass on the bedside table. I glanced at the clock and it was 2:05am. I laid back down and covered back up. I felt something brush across my midsection under the covers. It felt like it would if someone gently brushed their hand across you. I kicked off the covers and jumped up. The sudden movement and me making noise woke up my girlfriend who was asleep on the other side of the bed. I was walking around the house today and noticed a clock that had stopped. 2:05. I’ll attach a picture.
This is the first time I have ever had a sensation of physical touch, but there’s 30 plus years of shared group and individual experiences here in this home ranging from dishes falling out of cabinets and breaking, audible footsteps when nobody else is home. This particular one several have experienced all with extremely similar detail. We have also seen apparitions I guess you’d call it.
Nothing has ever really left me uneasy because it’s never felt malicious. I don’t even know if I feel differently now, but I do not like what took place overnight with the sense of touch. I feel like that crossed a line. Call me crazy. Call me whatever you want.
Edit: since the original post I learned that my great grandfather died in this home on August 15 (yesterday). My grandmother also died in this home, which I knew, but not sure of the day. I just find it interesting with the timing. Who knows. It’s coincidental. Interesting nonetheless.