I was 16 at the time, I've always been able to feel ghosts, and partly see them, and even talk to them at times. I also have feelings every once in a while that something is wrong with someone close to me.It was July 15th, 2002 and I was in Tennessee on a mission trip. Everything was going great and everyone was having a good time. But I remember a nagging feeling in the back of my head that I shouldn't be having a good time because my father had been sick for a while and I should be worried about him. I allowed myself to have fun due to the fact that my grades were close to failing due to the fact that my father was all I thought about. I had talked to him on the phone a couple days before I left, and he told me he was getting along great and feeling better everyday. So I went, we met everyone and hung out the night we got there, and the next day.On the 16th I remember having a bad feeling about something, I figured that it was because I was never good at social gatherings so I was nervous because there were so many people. That night we all went to bed around midnight. I lay in bed for a while, not being able to sleep because my brain would not shut up. I finally fell asleep and later that night around 3:20am I sat up in bed I don't really remember sitting up I just woke up sitting up. I also remember having a weird (dare I say it?) feeling that someone or something was there watching me. I was in a bunk bed my best friend above me and there were also 4 other bunk beds there but no one was awake, I couldn't even hear any noises outside which was odd seeing that we were in the middle of the woods. I looked around for a few minutes hearing nothing and seeing nothing. But it was as if I could feel someone who I couldn't see breathing. After I was sure that this thing wasn't a threat I realized that I was at peace, that the thoughts I had had all day didn't bother me anymore. As if something was telling me that everything was okay and I no longer had any worries at all. I laid back down, fell asleep and fell back down but anyway, being a teenager I liked to sleep late and anyone who woke me before noon on a summer day usually got a hand in their face.