I was fairly young at the time, but it was frightening enough that I did not forget. My mother was in the kitchen, perhaps doing dishes or cleaning something, and my brother and I were in the living room. I was playing in the living room with some toys, and decided I wanted to get something from my bedroom.
I vividly remember walking into my room and looking around on the floor. The floor was a bit messy. There was enough light coming in from the open door for me to see so I did not bother to turn the light on. In all honestly I do not remember what I went to get as I never retrieved it. A few seconds to a minute after entering the room, I felt a presence and a heard a very loud breathing right next to me. The breathing sounded extremely angry, evil, loud, and clear yet I saw no one there.
I was immediately frightened, but at the same time in total disbelief that I was hearing this. I froze and stood still for a second telling myself that I was imagining this. I had to be. After trying to convince myself that it was my imagination the breathing did not stop, so I ran as fast as I could run to where my mother was. I curled up on the floor at her feet screaming, "PLEASE PRAY MOM! PLEASE PRAY! THERE IS SOMETHING EVIL IN THIS HOUSE!"
We did not live at this house long, and I am thankful.
Recently I was watching a you-tube entitled Ghosts, Spirits, and Demons! which my son pointed out to me. About midway through there is a clip of a camera on a tripod filming in a dining area. Some furniture and things are shuffled around, a door opens and closes, but what really scared me was when I turned up the volume and I heard a heavy angry breathing in that video which sounded exactly as I heard as a child. I never finished watching that video after hearing that.
I noticed there is a link to that same video on this site. Perhaps some of you can go watch it. Turn up the sound on the part where the camera is on the tripod. You will clearly hear this very same sound I heard in that room.
Sometimes for no apparent reason and once it was on the evening of the day my mother had died and I was (of course) very emotional.
I wish I knew what it was. I'm certain it wasn't my dear old Mum, it was too angry sounding for that. The very last time I experienced it was several years ago now.
My passion is trout fishing and I had gone alone to a lake up in the Snowy Mountains (I live in Australia). I like night fishing and so went out after midnight and walked down to the lakes edge and began fishing. Let me say that there were no other people in the camping area and as far as I know the closest people were 25 kilometers away. I was in "the bush". I had been fishing and working my way around the lakes edge for a couple of hours and had crossed via the small dam wall to the other bank. There was a half moon and everything was still and quiet and as I stopped to cast I heard what I thought was screaming coming from the trees way across the bay. It was quite soft in volume but as I concentrated on it, the screaming turned into our old friend the heavy breathing.
I could pinpoint where abouts across the bay it was coming from. Although it was a good half kilometer it was just as loud as it always was. I held my own breath as usual but it just continued.
Now, unlike when my Mum passed away I was not emotionally drained and I love my fishing and had planned this trip for weeks. So I closed my eyes and inside my head I told whatever it was exactly what I thought of it, trying to spoil my fun with its intrusion.
Silently I dressed it down in a manner any Marine Drill instructor would have been proud of. And I WAS angry. I am born under the chinese sign of the dragon and I drew on that power fully. I screamed my anger at it inside my head. A rage-filled preayer perhaps you could call it. Complete with obscenities.
When I had finished and exhaled the breathing had stopped and all was silent.
So far so good. However to return to my camp I had to cross in front of the trees from where the sound had come. So I did. When I reached the relevant point in front of the treeline I purposely stopped and turning my back on the trees had a (hurried) cast into the water with my line. The hairs were standing up on my neck I can tell you, but I felt I had to do it. I retrieved my line and moved on back to camp.
I have not been troubled by the breathing since.