Moving Shadows in a Nightlight lit room

Hello. Firstly, I apologize if this get’s a bit complicated, I’m going to start off by explaining a few things that will set the scene that was my room when I was younger. I was personally afraid of the dark, kind of still am due to what I’ve seen, so I always had a Nightlight plugged into the wall next to my bedroom door that leads out into the hallway. Due to having cats that would spray everything my older sister and I had to have our bedroom doors shut all night. I used to have one of those standard “can throw everything under the bed and have a clean floor” kind of beds that was above the floor, now I have a drawer bed for good reason. One morning, back when I was younger, it was still dark outside and I had just woken up from a heavy sleep. My bed was positioned to wear my feet aimed at the door and my head, the furthest away from the door, was near the window. I had what my mother always referred to as a “Headache Pillow” which sat between me and the edge of the bed. So when you had a headache you rest your head on it at the side so the headache can go away, or just from keeping you from falling off the bed and gaining one. Well, after I had woken up, I looked around my room lazily and then noticed movement in my peripheral. I glanced over and stopped dead, wide eyed. On my headache pillow, slowly crawling kind of like a spider, was a black, shadowy, sharply pointed fingered hand moving upward towards my wall, and my regular pillows. It looked like it was reaching from underneath my bed. So I kept staring dead at it, the light from my nightlight making sure I didn’t lose sight of it until it slowly brushed itself back down under my bed. The rest of that morning I didn’t go back to sleep, and I had school that morning. I waited till I heard my father get up, but I was still too scared to call out. I knew it couldn’t have been my older sister playing a prank on me, I heard her get up that morning and my door didn’t open at all that night. I’d seen things two other times when I was younger after that, both at my bed’s footboard between the designed gapes like baseboards have. One looked like a cat’s tail slaying and flicking about, and I know our only cat wasn’t in my closed room. The other either looked like a blunted shark’s fin, or maybe a bald shadowed head, I couldn’t tell which, I just know I was on high alert every one of those nights. Now though, I’m doing pretty alright so long as I have another living being in my room with me. But I never wish to be in another room, dark or otherwise, with a bed that’s above the floor.
The image I’ve provided are quick examples as to sort of how they looked, though the hand did look more human just with pointed tipped fingers.

The Boy and the Beast

“Everyone knows monsters don’t exist”

The low hiss of an all too familiar voice invaded Jonathan’s ears again as he lay as still as a statue. Tears silently welled in his eyes as he made sure to keep his arms and legs as close to the middle of the bed as possible. A while before, he had made the mistake to fall asleep with his arm dangling off the side of the mattress. The sensation of his hand being crushed and broken was the most pointed incident in existence to his six year old mind. His parents had found him on the floor with a mangled wrist. Both they and the doctor told him that he had fallen out of bed.

He wanted to believe them.

The voice cut through the air again, sounding like a snake’s hiss mashed with a hyena’s mocking cackle. When it spoke, the air filled with a sulfuric smell that matched the voice, and it made Jonathan’s face scrunch up in disgust. “Little one, I know you’re up there.” It stopped for a moment, and the noise of claws scraping on a hardwood floor started to fill the room. “I heard what your mother said,” Jonathan curled up in the middle of the bed under mountains of blankets and pillows. “She said that I’m in your head, that I don’t even exist, that if you don’t think about me, I’ll go away,”

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Knocking Out a Burglar

My name is Chris, half Welsh half Hungarian, and I live in London. My cousin, Daniel, half Hungarian half Canadian , lives in a town 40 miles from Toronto, in Canada. Our mothers are two sisters from Hungary, and beacause of them, we are both fluent in Hungarian, and this is an important part of the story.

Every year, we would go to Canada to visit my cousin’s family for a week. This one time, about 10 years ago, when we were 11 and 12 years old, we were left alone playing on my cousin’s brand new Playstation 3 while our parents were out shopping in Toronto.

It was about 7 p.m. and we started hearing strange sounds coming from downstairs. My cousin thought that it was her grandma, bringing us something to eat, but as he looks down the stairs, he looked into the eyes of a 6′ 5” 300 pound man with a baseball bat. He immediately sprinted to his room and told me to get up and run into the bathroom, but he said everything in Hungarian so that the burglar didn’t understand us. We ran into the bathroom, locked it, and tried to think about what we were going to do. The biggest issue was that my phone had no signal in Canada, while his was downstairs in the living room, unless this guy took it.

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