This is a true story that happened to me when I was about 11 years old. My family and I used to live in a old adobe house that was build in the early 1900s. The reason we knew this at the time was that parts of the wall had old newspapers on the inside. The landlord had two these house that he rented out. One to us and to some old lady that lived with about 50 dogs.
I used to share my room with my brothers. One weekend, I remember my father had brought home some new beds for my brothers. Since I was the youngest at the time, I got their old one. The first thing I noticed was that these mattresses where plaid in material, which was odd.
A couple of months pased and I was in the room with my brothers. They where talking about some bad dreams that they were having at night. I didn't recall all of them, but one I did -- because it happened to me.
Later that year, the lady next door moved out and we moved into her home. I had forgotten about the nightmares when my brother gave me his mattress. The bed was comfortable and relaxing, but soon I was restless and sleepless.
It started off with this weird night I was in my bed trying to go to sleep. I had the blanket over my head when I felt something rubbing the cover with its hand. Because the cover was thin, I could make out what it looked like. It was a small man about two feet in height trying to get the cover off me. I remember struggling to fight him from lifting the covers. After that moment I blanked out.
It was then about 2 a.m. when I was awakened by what felt like a bunch of hands pushing upward from inside the mattress. I was scared out of my mind! I start praying. My brother, who I shared the room with, stated laughing in his sleep. But it wasn't his laugh; it sounded more like a crackling sound, as though he was laughing through a microphone. I got the guts to look at him and he had the weird grin on his face.
Once I saw that, I let out a huge scream and woke up everyone in the house. My mother and brothers came running through the door saying, "What the hell's wrong?!" I told them it must have been a nightmare. I was so scared, but I still managed to go to sleep.
Early in the morning, I was again awakened by something poking at the side of my body. When I opened my eyes, I could see the morning sun through my window. Whatever it was kept on poking the side of my ribs with two fingers. I wanted to get away fast. I lifted the covers and saw a silhouette of a person. It wasn't clear, but I could make out the definition of eyes and head. I grabbed the covers and hid under them and started to pray hard.
Not one minute later, I heard my father in the kitchen. With the cover over my head, I ran to the kitchen. Startled, he asked, "What's wrong?" I told him what happened. He believed me, but we never did anything to the bed. All that day I could still feel the pinch on the side of my ribs. That's was the last time I slept in it though.
