Ghosts Under the Bed
Note this is a true story:
I honestly believe that everyone believes in ghosts, demons or spiritual beings, in whatever way and how you wanna phrase it. You can't feel it, sense it, and quite frankly it sends chills down your spine. So, people just try not to acknowledge the spiritual world thus denying the fear they might have for it is what I truly believe.
In my own opinion, I believe spirits are real, and they can't harm you, or they can't help you. Harmful spirits are like, what's the chance of actually getting robbed at gunpoint? They are slim, and if you go to area where the chances are increased then your chances are higher, same goes with harmful spirits. I believe most spirits are good-natured and want to help.
So I've told you my beliefs on the spirit world, what I think, and my opinions and now it's time for my story. I don't know if it's going to be good but I hope you read it until the end.
I remember this day like it just happened to me yesterday. My grandfather told me to go grab something from under his bed, and I was happy to do it.
As I walked into his bedroom, it was pitch black. I could hardly see a thing but I knew my way around the room and where to go and where everything is because, well, I spent most of my time going through his things and organizing them.
I got on my hands and knees and I looked under the bed and saw two pairs of eyes just staring at me clear as day, and I heard this scratching like scratching on the rug, and I felt my body being pulled under the bed. I tried to move, I tried to scream. My body felt like it was frozen and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. This feeling wasn't a good feeling and it felt like this presence wanted to harm me. I didn't really want to find out.
Finally after about 2 minutes and me just staring and being frightened and frozen, my grandfather walks into the room and asks me what are you doing? And my body just releases, and I just start to cry. It was like this huge pressure let up from my body and I just felt relieved.
I don't know what would have happened to me that day, and I'd rather never find out. It affects me a lot to this day. I won't look under a bed in the dark and when I'm walking in the dark, I constantly feel like something's watching me and waiting to grab me. I don't know if this is a ghost story, but what I do know is this scared the crap out of me.
Does anyone have any stories similar to this? and thank you so much for reading this short true story of mine