Sounds like one of those encounters with monsters in the closet or monsters under the bed almost everyone’s had at some point; easy enough to dismiss as bad dreams generated by an overactive imagination when you hear about them from others, but there’s almost always one that seems so real when it happens to you.
In my case, the one I remember to this day was a monster under the bed squeezing his ugly head up over the bed (on the side where it was pushed up to the wall) and how my yelling in terror as I shoved him back down again woke my brother (sleeping in his own bed on the other side of the room from mine) and brought my mother running.
Sounds like one of those encounters with monsters in the closet or monsters under the bed almost everyone’s had at some point; easy enough to dismiss as bad dreams generated by an overactive imagination when you hear about them from others, but there’s almost always one that seems so real when it happens to you.
In my case, the one I remember to this day was a monster under the bed squeezing his ugly head up over the bed (on the side where it was pushed up to the wall) and how my yelling in terror as I shoved him back down again woke my brother (sleeping in his own bed on the other side of the room from mine) and brought my mother running.
I feel like I should be billing your insurance for listening to stories like that.