We'll get into the story here. So this is the next story. This is a I titled it A Scary Bedroom Story by Michael Welsh. It had shared Thank you Michael. I'll go get into it here. I had the one bedroom in the house that wasn't on the second floor. My parents' house was a high ranch. When you entered the house, it spun off into two floors, with one half flight stairs going upstairs and one downstairs. When you entered, the downstairs level had the den, garage, my bedroom, and a bathroom. The other three bedrooms in the house were all upstairs. Since I grew up the oldest and the only boy in the house with two sisters, I got the room downstairs because it was the biggest and technically the coolest. After I turned ten, my parents gave my twin bed to my little sister and I got a full sized bed, which was a bit of an upgrade because the room was big and it certainly fit a bigger bed better. When I was twelve, my little sisters were around five and eight, so at this age I would be allowed home alone, but my five year old sister wouldn't be left alone with me and my eight year old sister would only be left alone with me if my parents weren't going to be gone for too long, or if they were just gonna be gone for long periods of times the day. If they were going to be gone for long period of times today, they'd take boaks to my sisters. For this short period of time. I'd say like three nights in a row, I was waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, and I'd have trouble falling back asleep. Considering now I was only twelve years old, I knew I shouldn't be having problems sleeping at this age. I was sleeping with the fan on next to my bed because it was so hot that a couple of days, right in the middle of summer. I wasn't sure what exactly was waking me up, considering the fan provided a steady white noise. One of these nights, I got up after waking up to refill a glass of water. I went into the bathroom right beside my bedroom to fill out the water in the sink there, and as I said so ended up. I thought I heard something come out of the inside of my room. I turned off the faucet and then just listened now for a moment, but there was nothing. I didn't hear anything except for the sound of the fan in my room. I walked to the doorway of my bedroom and I couldn't tell what it was, but something was creeping me out about my room. So I went upstairs in the living room and decided to sleep on the couch that night. I fell asleep eventually, but that same night I woke up again, this time to noises from the kitchen. I glanced and I saw the glow of the light from the fridge and sounds of someone rubberging through it. The way the floor set up at that kitchen was, it was out of you from the couch in the living room, so I couldn't see who it wasn't there. I just heard the noises of somebody going through the refrigerator. Eventually I heard the refrigerator shut, then footsteps walked away downstairs. I was drowsy, so I went back to sleep. I believe it was the next that my mom was folding clothes in my room and she told me that my room stuck and I needed to clean up whatever that smell was. I ignored her because I really didn't smell anything, but I wish I wouldn't have ignored her. That night, our dad turned the air conditioning on finally because it just simply got too hot after we all start, after we all watched a movie as a family together, everyone started getting ready for bed. I went to my room and played video games for a little while before eventually going to sleep. So when I decided to turn off my TV, I also turned off the console and rolled on my side to go to sleep like I always did, that night felt a little bit different because I didn't have the fan on because the air conditioning had been turned on. There was just the sound of the air blowing through the vents for the central air unit, so the event's coming to the ceiling. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep, but a sound woke me up shortly after. I didn't know what the sound I heard was because now all of a sudden, after I was awake, all I could hear was the air blowing through the vent the ceiling. After a few minutes, it stopped blowing air in the room again and went completely silent. I heard some breathing, but it wasn't my breathing. I looked around the room, part of my childhood innocence assumed it was my younger sister pranking me. I looked in the closet but didn't see anything. I got on the floor and looked at the only other place I could think of to look, under my bed. I lifted the little piece of cloth that dangled at the bottom of my bed, and I saw a very large person lying under my bed a pile of blankets. The person's head was facing me, but their eyes were closed. I fell backwards and basically crab blalk out of the room as quickly as possible, and I screamed Dad. Heard my parents' door swing open, and my parents came rushing out of the room, looking concerned. I pointed in the direction of my bedroom and said, under my bed. My dad went into my room and pulled out this very large, dirty looking man. I remember my dad quite easily physically forcing the man outside as my mom called nine one one. I'm sure he went to jail for a while or something, but maybe not because he had to be homeless. Who knows. This did a lot of mental damage to me. I didn't even want to sleep in my room anymore. I didn't want to sleep in the house anymore. I had to sleep in the middle of my parents for a while. My dad installed security cameras all over the house. We threw out all the fruits and all the food in the refrigerator that had been opened, because we had no idea what he had got his hands and mouth on. The fear of someone being under my bed stayed with me for a long time. We don't even know how long he was hiding under the bed. It could have been a few days or even longer. The smell the person going through the refrigerator, and the fact that I kept randoling waking up those few nights all made sense now. Whether he met harm or not, having someone hiding under your bed is every child's biggest nightmare. So sad A lot of unpacked with that one. Michael, thank you for sharing that story. Uh wow, Yeah, that one's that one would be very difficult because you know, you you really want to feel safe in your own room. That's like a very important thing. So I will I don't know, I would be very difficult to get to sleep ever again, Yeah, I would definitely. I think it would probably get part of my routine to check counder my bed After that, I would have to know. I guess I like, Okay, so obviously I grew up with you guys, and I know you guys have standing out at your house and the same see it with a fan is a pretty common thing. Yeah, yeah, So when I was reading this story, I could relate to that just silence when there's no fan, but especially like when you're air conditionering your heaters running, and then it suddenly turns off and it's just dead. It's absolutely silent at that point. One you're used to sleeping with a fan too. Your hair just shut off and you hear breathing, snoring, whatever it was, and it's not yours. Yeah, they oh, that's straight out of nightmare. It's there. He was realistic, right, He thinks automatically like, hey, it's my little sister probably playing it on me, which should be more likely than a homeless man being out of your bed. Right. And then after after when they were like, well we should probably give herid of this foods. That's kind of a very real decision there. So it sounds like he had stockpiled some of his clothes and blankets and been hiding under the bed. So this all makes sense now. As he goes back, and you made sure to highlight in this story that his mom talked about the smell in that room, and he would she would have listened. Did you guys, you guys catch that too? Yeah I didn't. I didn't catch it till just now. Yeah, so you should have checked then, yeah, of course, yeah. We Is there ever a good time to check for a homeless person at your bed? This score, I'm checking the night, this story, this story, this story terrified me, guys, I here. I mean, if it was for the fact, in my bed it's like a platform bed, like shelves unerneath, nothing could be I would probably also I'm checking out. I'm checking anyway, I'm checking under my bed. What that's called? Like, if you're listening live, you know you can comment along or I'm across across all social media right now, like and share it. Of course. I think it's called the skirt of the bed, right yeah, my verbiage right there. So can you imagine you think you hear a noise, You've looked in the closet, nothing's in there, and you can think there one more spot to check that's under my bed, and as you slow peel up, lift up this skirt of your bed that kind of hangs down to the ground. You see a person in there, under there sleeping. I it blows my mind how terrifying this would be. So there's two things there, because I was like, first of all, I was like, I'm glad this person was asleep, right, because imagine seeing someone like, yeah, away. Then he says he crab walks out. Yeah, I wanted to That's what I wanted to do. I want to get out. As a kid, is he is? He ended the story with, and I'm going to agree with it. As a kid, the most terrifying thing is like a monster or something being under your bed, and that became a reality here for Michael. Yeah, that's rough.
