When I was a child, I would take a leap to my bed so I didn.t get close to the edge of the bed and pulled under

[johnp3907]

30. I once saw a shriveled hand reaching up over the side of my bed.

I shot straight out of the bed and into the hall. I crouched down so I could see under the bed, and I thought I saw something vaguely human shaped lying under there. I eventually determined it was just some clothes. I stayed out there for a long long time, until exhaustion forced me back into bed. I told myself that this thing - whatever it was - was just cold and wanted a blanket. I subsequently convinced myself it went from house to house, spending one night at a time under the bed of a child that lived there, and that since it'd just been in my house it would be a long time before it got back to me.
As I got older I came to realize that I must've dreamed it. But I'm 59 now and I can still see that hand as vividly as I thought I did all those years ago.