So, I'm now 20 years old and am currently living with my parents in the house I grew up in since I was about 5. There was supposedly an old man who died of a heart attack in the crawl space. That's about all the past info I know of the house. Our address happens to be 1408, which is kind of just a creepy coincidence. However, none of this really has anything to do with the story. We've had ghostly experiences in the past but the one I'm about to tell was my most recent and by far the most horrifying and shocking one for me.
I was laying in bed, I remember it was between 2-3 am but not quite 3 yet (I'm a firm believer of the deadtime and usually acknowledge it when it's past 3 am). I was laying in bed, I had just turned off the TV to try to sleep. I was laying on my back with my arms stretched to the side (a very unusual sleeping position for me) because my back had been hurting and I wanted to try to stretch out a bit.
Anyway, my big fat cat, Jack, just jumped off my bed and sat by a chair near the foot of my bed. He was excessively grooming himself making grunting/snorting noises as he always does. He stopped for maybe 5 minutes and all that was on my mind was "thank god he finally shut up".
I continued laying on my back with my arms stretched out, actually feeling like I may fall asleep in what is usually an uncomfortable position for me. When, directly to my right, I hear a laugh clear as day "Ha Ha Ha". It sounded like a middle aged man sarcastically laughing at something. My heart immediately began racing as I felt very uneasy, like someone was standing in my pitch black room.
I slowly turn into my left side and pull a pillow over my head, still feeling like something or someone is just standing over me. I flip back over and look, nothing is there.
The whole time in my mind I was trying to believe that my cat had somehow made such a human sounding laugh. Right then he made his usual snort from licking himself. Nowhere near the same noise as the clear as day "hahaha" I had heard from what sounded like 5 feet away.
The laugh didn't sound like one that had laughed at a joke someone told. Or like a laugh in which something funny had occurred. It sounded like a condescending laugh. A laugh that was directed at me.
Like I was a joke; just laying there motionless with my arms spread out wide.
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