Good googlie-mooglie, Shelley! That sounds like a friggin' poltergeist! Have you ever felt like it really wanted to seriously harm you (not that having someone sit on your chest isn't serious)? Has anyone ever been with you, or were you alone? That would be an awful thing to have happen.

When I was around 20, I went into a really old house up in the North Carolina mountains with a friend of mine. He needed to pick up something there. It had been built in the early 1800s. When we walked into the kitchen, I just FELT something. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I had the very distinct feeling that something knew I was there, that it felt the house belonged to it and I wasn't welcome. I told my friend I'd wait in the car (it seemed rude to stay where I wasn't welcome) and he came out a few minutes later.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"There's something in there," I said. "I got the distinct impression it wanted me to leave so I did."
"Oh, that," he said. "That's nothing to worry about. I've felt that plenty of times and nothing's ever happened. It's harmless."
It was good that my friend knew about it and believed me, but he might have warned me!

I don't have any fear of ghosts, the only one I have personally had exposure to is my great-grandma. She used to sit in her rocking chair in the living room and whistle late into the night.

and in our last house, the man who owned it died and when we got it there was one room that was always freezing cold. The cat loved that room though, often you would find her lying on her back on the floor as if someone was rubbing her belly. The doors used to lock on their own too, but only when my exboyfriend was the one trying to get in...

My exboyfriend has told me of similar experiences as you have, about something hitting him or holding him down. I like to thing it was just me, astrally going back in time to get rid of him before i met him (not nice, i know).

I don't know how these stories could have slipped my mind, since they happened so recently (relatively, anyway). I worked at a small public library in a village near Pittsburgh in 2002. The library was in an old house and had portraits of the original residents. We were convinced that we had a ghost in the building and that it was the wife. We would be standing at the desk with our back to the computer when it would suddenly emit a beep. When we looked, the computer screen would have random numbers typed on it. That happened so many times, it got to be a running joke at work. We'd just say "She's at it again." We were actually a little annoyed that she never gave us the next day's winning lottery numbers. There would also be cold spots in the building and there were times when the hair would just stand up on the back of my neck. I'd just say hello when that happened.

Lately at work, we've been having some problems too. I guess you could call them problems. There's only one other guy where I work, a big warehouse full of records. In the eight months I've been there, I've noticed that the copier will sometimes be turned off a few minutes after I've turned it on. This is a mechanical switch that goes off, not a "power save" mode that it goes into. My coworker said it happens all the time. It came up today because he asked me if I turned the copier off yesterday afternoon (I hadn't). He also told me he's heard noises like someone moving boxes back in the stacks. Several times I have had the feeling that someone was watching me (a really strong, creepy feeling) and have smelled cigar smoke. Really cheap cigars, too. Not good ones like the ones I sometimes indulge in. It's interesting, and people think my job is boring!

Shelley I also think it has something to do with you being Hawaiian. I think when your spiritually connected to a land weirder stuff can happen to you. It may be an ancestorial thing. Otay see you on Sat. Girl.

I have had the same experience, a dark shadow figure sitting on my chest and choking me. It only happened when I was alone, and only in my former home. A friend of mine told me to keep a small bowl of purified sea salt by my bed at all times. For whatever reason it did the trick. Once I began to keep the bowl on the night stand I never had another visit. I also cleansed the whole house with a white sage smudge, I figured better safe than sorry.

It sounds like "old hag syndrome" to me. Basically a vampiric spirit that has attached itself to you and periodically draws sustanence from you. I was attached by one once, and never again. I managed to shake it off that first time by force of will. I've made it my business to know how to defend myself psychically since then.

Every house I have ever lived in has been haunted, including the trailer where my family lived when I was born (according to my mother). Currently I live in a house that has at least three ghosts. There's a man who occupies the first floor. It is the spirit of a former owner who died in the livingroom of a heart attack. Occassionally he causes the smell of cigars. There is also a female ghost that may wander the stairs and my room. I'm pretty sure she dates from the fifties when the house was a whore house. She sometimes plays music from the fifties, but if I call anyone's attention to it, the music stops. Just today I heard someone sigh at my shut door. And there is also something very nasty in the attic. I go up there as rarely as possible. The attic spirit makes awful smells (like feces) and has walked over my head when I'm at my computer. Since the only door to the attic is in my room and locked, there is no way anyone could have been up there at the time. The attic ghost is very territorial. I've always been convinced that something is hidden up there which it does not want us to find. My mother's boyfriend's father owns the house. He says when they first moved in, they found a photo in the attic of a man in a German uniform. My mother has taken pictures with her camera all over the house and gotten orbs and strange "smokey" images, especially around my infant nephew. Since we got her a digital camera last year, there's no chance of it being flawed film.