Well I'm not sure if this would be considered a spirit or a ghost, but here goes...
When I was around the age of 15 my granddad died of a heart attack in his sleep, this will be informative later in the story. I was living in North Carolina when my first daughter was born, she is now 2 1/2 yrs old. We were living in a very small apartment, the living room and kitchen where one room, then the small bedroom (that was big enough for a full size bed) and a tiny bathroom. When my husband would leave for work of the mornings around 6:30 a.m. I would return to bed. My daughter would still be asleep so as any one would know if you have a new born you get as much sleep as possible. As soon as I would lay my head on the pillow I would hear this noise, it sounded like someone breathing really heavy. I would get up and check on Marissa (my daughter), the breathing would stop as soon as I got out of bed! I thought maybe if I put Marissa in the bed with me I could figure out where the breathing was coming from. I put Marissa in the bed with me and still the breathing was there it was not Marissa. I put my hand on her little chest and her movements did not match the breathing I was hearing. By this time I was totally scared knowing no one else was in the apartment with me and Marissa.
Marissa had some problems breathing when she was born she swallowed some fluid on the way out so she was put under a oxygen tent for about 8 hours until it was safe. The breathing kept going for about 3 weeks, the same time every morning, after I would finally fall asleep and then wake up the breathing would be gone. I mentioned it to my grandmom, she told me she had a dream that granddad told her, he was going to check up on me and Marissa to make sure everything was okay with the two of us. When the breathing had stopped, about 2 months later Marissa had to be put on a breathing Machine. The breathing came back again but this time I was working and only heard it on the weekends. Every night while I would be sleeping I would dream of granddad telling me everything would be okay. After Marissa was well the breathing would stop. My grandad and I were very close I feel that he was watching out for his (as he would say) favorite grandbaby. Even thought he was not my biological granddad he was the only granddad I ever knew. To this day when I've had a bad day or something is wrong with me or my 2 daughters I dream about him. I never saw anything just heard the breathing, I believe he did not want to frighten me he just wanted to see if every thing was okay. I don't know if this is considered a ghost or spirit or anything, its just what happened to me.