Growing up my parents added onto our house and my bedroom was the only one upstairs. My sister and I had shared a room at one point, and are still to this day extraordinarily close, so it wasn't uncommon for her to wander into my room and sleep in my bed or vice versa.
I woke up in the middle of the night one time to see a hand scrabbling around between the edge of the bed and the wall. I immediately assumed that my sister had slept in my bed and had fallen off the edge. The hand was grasping the side of the bed and reaching like it was trying to grab something desperately, in a blind panic.
Thinking my sister needed help, I looked over the edge of the bed and there was nothing there.
I scurried down the stairs and slept in my sister's room that night, where she was sleeping peacefully without incident.
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Scary/Horror Stories.
Короткий рассказScary stories that will keep you up at night :) I rated this mature only because I don't want the younger crowd getting scared. :3
