These are my stories about things that HAVE been under my bed...at least, I think they were.
The first one is breathing. I've found that this is a bit common, but I'll say it anyway.
Breathing
It was a warm summer night, I think I might have had the windows open. I was just laying there, trying to go to sleep, when I hear this breathing, and it sounded like it was coming from under my bed, right under where my pillow was. I froze. Of course I tried to think of a rational explanation. I thought "Oh, it's my sister outside smoking." But I couldn't smell any smoke, and the breathing was too loud and deep to be hers. I lay there frozen for a while, about five to fifteen minutes, until the breathing stopped.
Mysterious Clicking
Once again, I was in my bed, trying to go to sleep, and it's the summer. Then I hear a clicking sound. Not like a lock, but kind of lick when someone clicks their tongue. I think "God that's annoying" and wait for it to stop. Well, I wait for about five minutes, and it hadn't stopped. In that time, I thought "Oh, it's probably a June-bug or whatever those bugs are that make that noise." But then I thought that it was too close to me, probably in my bedroom, to be a bug. Then I think "Ok, it's my sister tapping her feet outside and having a smoke." But once again, I couldn't smell smoke. Then, after a while, it stops, and I finally get some sleep.
ET under my bed? (This happened when I was little, and helps account for my fear of ET the Movie)
This happened when I was a little kid, so I don't remember everything.
I was in my room, and I remember it being very quiet, so I think I was supposed to be "napping". Probably out of boredom, I leant over the edge of the bed and looked under it. Then I see what looks like ET (to me, back then) under my bed, staring at me. It looked right-side up to me, and I was up-side-down. Well, I had hated the movie, so I got the heck back onto my bed. Then I stood up on the bed, jumped out of range of anything that could get me and landed on the floor, then shot out of my room and promptly told my parents. I was scared stiff, and didn't think of what it might have been. The next time I looked under there (I think later that day) nothing was there.
Thanks for reading my stories, I know they must sound insane.
Submitted from: Illinois, USA