Non-fiction account #2 told by Glory Moon...

This is not a ghost story. I'd rather say, it's a collection of a few mysteries I have come across in my life.
I have never seen a ghost, however, I do believe in the existence of some unknown beings.
Apart from the surfing experience I talked about last time, I still have some more experience to share.
One incident dated back to some years ago. I was then a teenager, still in high school.
That night I was sleeping at home on the lower bed of a pair of bunk beds
My sister slept on my right and a wall was on my left. 2 other sisters slept on the upper bed.
In the middle of the night, I woke up suddenly.
I didn't wake up from any dream or nightmare that I could remember.
I just woke up suddenly and instantly became wide awake and alert.
At the moment I opened my eyes, some words came into my head.
I still don't know if I was thinking up those words myself or something forced the words into my head. The words said,
"Don't let he/she/it catch!"
In spoken Cantonese, he/she/it is the same word.
And the omitted object in this case can mean "Don't let he/she/it catch (u/me)!" 
Since the object was not specified there, I'm not sure if it's someone telling me to do so, or I telling myself to do so.
Anyway, after "hearing" the words in my head, I almost reflexively tried to raise up my feet, as if I knew something was at the tip of my toes.
The words came again, "Too late!" and it seemed almost like a sigh.
I don't know how I can describe this feeling. Wherever it had contact with my body,
I felt that part of me seemed heavily dragged down into the bed. And the part formed sort of a trench.
If this is my profile on the bed, o--------- , then this can describe the "trench" I mean, o-------.-, 
and the trench moved from feet to head in this direction, o----.----, o-.------, etc.
I felt pain and pressure where I was dragged.
But I know that physically it was not possible because I would have all my bones broken then.
It was only the feeling that told me I was in that state.
When the trench passed to my head, ny neck and my head really moved.
My head moved first downward towards my chest and then upwards while the thing moved,
and amazingly my vision followed. I saw the bottom of the upper bed shook according to my head's movement!
When it finally left me from my head, my heart was throbbing terribly fast
I was cold, sweating, breathing heavily and was too weak and too scared to move.
I stared and searched in the surroundings for awhile. I saw nothing.
Then I quickly got up, and shrank into a corner, trembling and awake for the rest of the night.

Another incident happened in my university days.
At that time I was living with 3 girls and 4 guys. We rented an apartment near the campus.
It's on the 8th floor, quite small in size, with 2 bedrooms, 1 for the girls and 1 for the boys.
There was also a tiny kitchen and a tiny bathroom.
The bathroom was not exactly a bathroom because there was no bathtub.
I think the whole bathroom was no more than 3 feet wide and 6 feet deep.
In it there was a toilet, a small yellow washbasin and an electric water heater on the wall, with a detachable shower attached.
That was 1 or 2 months after we had moved in. one day in the late morning or the early afternoon, 5 of my flatmates were out.
2 boys, Dennis and Sam, were with me in the flat.
I took a shower in the bathroom first. It was my habit to rest the showerhead in the washbasin when it's not in use when I applied shower gel or when I dry my body.
That means, I looked at the washbasin frequently. And I swear I saw nothing beside water in the washbasin.
Then Dennis knocked on the door and told me he wanted to use the toilet.
So I finished quickly, and I saw Dennis took a magazine in. I knew it was his habit. : )
After he finished, Sam got in and took a shower. Afterwards, I needed to p, so I walked in...
and I was so shocked to find that ...
the washbasin was full of unused dried tea leaves.
The leaves were not scattered in the basin, but carefully arranged so that they were all over on the bottom and sloping inside walls of it.
And overlapping was carefully avoided.
I called out to Sam, "did u do it!?"    Sam came to examine and denied.
I asked if he noticed it while he was taking a shower, but Sam was not sure if he had ever noticed the washbasin.
Then we called out to Dennis, he also denied and swore he didn't.
I knew the guys very well. They were just not the kind who would do such silly tricks.
We were all amazed and decided that it's some mystery we couldn't solve.
So Sam cleared the leaves and then we never mentioned it between us or in front of the other 5 flatmates again.
Though nothing horrible happened in my 2 years stay in that apartment from then on,
I was sometimes scared to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and so avoided drinking before going to bed.

The third incident happened a few years ago, and it was associated with one ex-colleague's rented apartment.
I have to describe Samantha's (we call her Sam) character a little bit, because it may explain some of her strange responses to the incidents.
Sam is a few years older than I am. She is always laughing and seems to fear nothing. 
She was brave enough to say "drop me here!" in the middle of the forest in a foreign country, when she found that the person driving the car was intolerable.
She had a traffic accident 2 weeks ago and was hurt all over but all in her mind was, "I have to rush for the ferries!"
And I don't believe that she is afraid of any ghostly beings.
Usually she lived by herself, unless the rent was too high, then she had to find someone to share it.
Some years ago, when we were still in the same company, she moved in the same district I live in.
She lived so near. I can walk to her place in 20 or 30 minutes. But I usually took a taxi which needed only 5 minutes.
I was quite happy about it because I could visit her more frequently.
After a few months after moving in, she started to tell me that she found the apartment strange.
She found that the TV was in some occasions switched on in the middle of the night or after she came back from outside.
Since she was telling me so carelessly and was always laughing, I thought she was kidding at first.
Then gradually she told me more "concrete" things, which made me believe that her apartment was really haunted.
One night, she woke up in the middle of the night, and saw a dim green light hovering in her bedroom.
When she spotted it, the light flew out of the bedroom into the living room and disappeared.
One early morning, she suddenly woke up from deep sleep. 
She opened her eyes and saw that everything in the bedroom was wrapped up in a bluish light, which was quite normal at the time shortly before dawn, except...
a red coat of hers which was hung on the wall.
The coat was totally unaffected by the bluish light! The red was so red, it just out stood from the blue background.
If you have experience in retouching photos, you can imagine this. 
You have this picture of a room, then you apply a mask on the red coat, and then colorize the rest to a bluish tone.
One day, she told me, "I think the ghost won't bother me again!"
I asked why. She said, "I had a showdown with it."
After finding the TV on mysteriously one day, she felt very annoyed. But, 
as I said, she feared nothing. She shouted in the living room, 
"I don't care who you are. You can live in this house. But don't try to scare me. I let u watch my TV, but only do it while I'm away, and switch if off afterwards!"
She said after the showdown, nothing scary happened again. I doubted it though.
Then one evening, the creepy thing was brought before my own eyes.
After having dinner outside together, we came back to her flat and watched VHS. That was an Italian movie, if I'm right.
I have to describe the room again. The whole flat was no more than 200 sq feet, with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and 2 bedrooms. 
So u can imagine all rooms are miniature (I think this is quite scary for u too!)
We were sitting on a 3 seat sofa. Behind the sofa was a wall with a window. No more than 3 feet in front of us was the TV. Behind the TV there was a wall.
When we were concentrating on the film, suddenly something distracted my attention. I caught a glimpse of something moving down on my thigh.
I looked down on my jeans and then I saw a tiny shadow! A shadow of a dot sized object, floating above me!
"An insect!" I thought to myself. Then I naturally looked up and tried to find the insect. Nothing!
Maybe I was wrong, I thought. Or I was too tired from watching the screen for a long time.
So I decided to ignore it and concentrate on the film again. When I was about to lower my head to watch the TV, 
I saw something on the wall. 
It was bright red light, which very much resembled that of a laser pointer. The light was moving quickly in zigzag.
Swiftly I checked the window. It was summer. All windows were closed and the air condition was on. All curtains were drawn.
What's more, we were on the 11th floor! It couldn't be a naughty kid hiding behind the window to scare us with a laser pointer!
When I looked back on the wall, it was gone. 
I asked Sam, "did u see it?" she said, "See what?"
Knowing she saw nothing, I didn't mention a thing. 
But I started to feel very uneasy and was considering leaving. It was late anyway, way past 11pm.
But I didn't want to scare her and leave so abruptly so I stayed and hoped to finish the film.
A while later, I saw the shadow dropped on my jeans again!
I quickly looked up and knew that there would be a red light.
YES! it was there, moving in zigzag!
I turned to check the window again. It was still shut, with curtains drawn. When I turned back, the light was still there moving.
Seeing my strange expression, Sam looked up, and said, "I see it now..."
Unexpectedly, she burst out laughter. She laughed and shouted, 
"hey someone is going to kill me... I'm being targeted!" then she playfully hid herself in a corner, still laughing.
I knew what she meant. She meant in some movies, gunners target their victims with a red laser.
But I couldn't laugh like her. I was so scared. I must go. Sam asked if I was scared. I didn't answer her. I only smiled bitterly.
Then I left. The way between her door to the watchman on the ground floor seemed so long that night.
While I was waiting in the lift, I prayed for safety or whatever and hoped that the light in the lift wouldn't go out.
It didn't. Thanks God.
It didn't scare Sam though. She lived there till the 1 year contract ended and moved to somewhere else.
this is the end of my experiences.