A Breather

I have always been interested in things paranormal, fiction or true. Occasionally I would hope I would encounter something paranormal myself, and now I believe that I have.

I live in a one hundred and thirteen year old house. My room is a "Man cave" that has nothing but merchandise and drawings. I spend about 15 hours a day in that room and won't come out unless I need to use the bathroom or get myself some dinner.

I live in a two-story house. My room is on the second story and the kitchen is on the first. I usually would eat at around 8:00 at night. I almost never leave the house to go to a restaurant, or go to the dunkin' donuts that is literally right across the street.

Now here is the situation with the ghost: considering that I watch and read so much paranormal movies and stories, I'm pretty disturbed going up my extremely steep stairway up to my "Man cave". I rarely go up the stairs without imagining a figure staring at me in either the stairway or the very short hallway going to my room. And nothing has happened until now.

One night when I was trying to sleep, there was a silent scratching against my window. I didn't make a sound to see if there was any more, and sure enough there was. There was scratching after almost every 10 seconds. I thought it might just be a squirrel considering that I live in a wooded area. But right then, I heard heavy breathing just outside my bedroom door. The breathing continued for a solid minute before it stopped, which left me laying there paralyzed in fear, staring a hole in the ceiling.

Nothing like the breathing happened since then, but something else did happen. Weeks later as I am slowly forgetting about the breathing, I would be going upstairs after dinner. Just as I would be opening my door, I would hear a long "Sssshhhh" coming from behind me. I turn to see nothing there but the dark hallway I'm standing in. I would then go into my room, shut the door tightly, and do what I was planning to. About two days later I heard it again, and then again a few days after. The last time it happened I got rather annoyed, so I turned around and said rather sternly, "No, YOU shush!" After that I never heard the shush, scratching, or breathing again.