A Touching Story

Two years ago my husband and I decided to move into a small town and live with his grandparents. They live upstairs, we live downstairs.

After a couple of months strange things began happening. I heard his grandparents leave and then I heard people walking around upstairs when nobody was home. I had just come out of the shower when I heard my husband distinctly call my name. I was curious and asked him, "What are you doing home so early?" No answer. When I left the bathroom to look for him I was alone. This has happened several times.

Sometimes at night I see dark shapes pass by my window and strange thumps outside. Nothing is there when I look.

This last event took place a couple of weeks ago and it scared me and my husband pretty badly.

I was trying to fall asleep, lying on my back looking up at the ceiling when I felt something lightly touch my toes. I jumped and closed my eyes and tried to forget about it. The next night, I was asleep when my husband grabbed me and squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe. I said, "What's the matter?" He whispered in my ear, "Something just touched my leg." I sat up and turned the light on, nothing. I told him he was dreaming, he assured me he wasn't and that it didn't just touch his leg, it felt like someone was lightly scratching his leg with their fingernails.

I'm not scared anymore I figure that the spirit's benevolent because it has never done anything malicious. Thanks for reading.