I’ve had even more strange encounters

Ever since I started noticing strange things happening at home and work, I’ve had even more strange encounters.

It all began after I started wearing my grandfather’s old watch. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but soon after, something strange started happening—a sudden cool breeze would brush against me, always out of nowhere. At first, it came at random times, with no pattern. But now, it visits me every single night, between 2:00 and 2:30 in the morning. It wakes me up, but only for a moment. During the day, it only appears when I’m in my study room, usually when I’m stressed. It always touches my left shoulder—never my right, never anywhere else. It doesn’t feel like a hand, just a focused cold spot right there.

One night, I had a dream—different from any I’ve had before. I was home alone when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. I decided to check it out, even though in real life, I probably wouldn’t have. When I got to the hallway, I saw my father’s old coat, his shoes, and his favorite hat, just lying there as if someone had placed them neatly on the floor. But there was no one there. Then, I heard water running. I walked into the bathroom, and the sink was on, but the room was empty. I grabbed my phone and messaged my dad. A few minutes later, he came home. He looked at the clothes on the floor and was just as confused as I was. Then I woke up. Nothing seemed out of place, but that cold touch was there again—this time on my neck.

A few nights later, I woke up at exactly 1:10 AM. My uncle had been out late, so I checked outside to see if his car was in the driveway. It was, so I went back to bed. But then, at 1:40, I woke up again. My door was slightly open, and I could see my uncle stepping out of the bathroom and heading to his room. But he wasn’t alone.

Behind him, a short, hunched-over figure followed closely. It moved slowly, almost gliding. It looked like an older woman, but I couldn’t make out any details. My uncle didn’t seem to notice. I just stared, wide awake but not scared, just…watching. Then, at exactly 2:15, the cold breeze touched my shoulder again. This time, it felt comforting, and almost immediately, I felt tired. I fell asleep soon after.

I don’t know if the figure, the dream, and the cold presence are all connected, but whatever this is—it doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon.