(this story is not true, so don't freak out :p) Chapter 1 As a child, bedtime was awful for me. I hated it. Most children complain about going to bed because they are playing a game or watching a film, but me, I enjoyed bedtime. It was a time for me to let the stress of the day off my chest, and to calmly climb under the covers and drift off to sleep. Until one night, a calm night, it was twilight outside, so I sat up in bed until the last glimpse of dawn was gone. I lied down under the covers, and tried to drift off. I was close to slumber when I got a sudden jolt of energy. Not being able to sleep, I promptly got up to go get some NyQuil, but was surprised to see my door was slightly opened. I told myself, "my mom probably came to check on me" so I sat up to get my NyQuil. I went in the restroom, got a cup, and poured some NyQuil into it, but then I heard the faint click of my door. I looked out the bathroom to see my bedroom door closed. "My fan is on, it probably was shut by the fan" I told myself, I kept telling myself this, though I knew it was not true. I drank the NyQuil and went into my room. The door handle was sticky, and I had trouble getting my hand off it. I have a memory foam mattress, which I loved, until this moment. I slowly pulled my covers over to see the print of a body, more slender than mine. It wasn't coming upward, like my memory foam mattress usually does when I get out of it, so that meant someone was in my bed. I didn't care, I was tired and wanted to sleep. I then heard the rippling of my covers turning over, I was exhausted, so I ignored it. But then it kept going on, and on. I woke up to see the covers at the end of my bed twisting and turning, as if the person was having a bad dream. The cobwebs of sleep broke up in my head, until all hopes of a peaceful sleep were gone. The covers twisted off my body, and rolled over to the end of the bed. They were going crazy, like a kid having a tantrum in his bed. My bed scrapped up against the wall, pounding, like my heart at that very moment. How was the rest of the house not hearing this? Like most kids my age at that time, I screamed for my mother... "MOOOOOM" I screeched at the top of my lungs My heart slowed down, as I felt more comfortable that my mother was coming. My bed began to tilt over, the bedspring shook, and shook, until it broke in two. I didn't even think shaking could make a bedspring break. Marks were made in the wall from the banging, and paint chips painted my body. The door swung open, and there stood my mom. At that moment, all movement stopped. Silence. My mom promised to stay with me until morning, she pumped up the air matress, and slept with me for the rest of the night. Until this day, nothing paranormal like that has happened, but I never sleep naturally, and I have to drink NyQuil or some other sleeping medication. I don't know what it was though?
