A Body In My Bed
(Massapequa, Long Island)
There's no ghost in this story, but something happened to me a long time ago that, for a brief instant, scared me half to death.
I woke up one night when it was still dark in my room. I was face down on the bed with my arms wrapped around my pillow. I started to move my right arm to get more comfortable and suddenly felt something very cool to the touch.
At first I didn't know what is was. But I felt around and discovered it had fingers. It didn't take long for me to realize that there was a cold, dead hand in my bed.
I freaked and let out a scream. As I jumped up to get away from it, it moved. And that's when I realized it was my very own hand. I didn't know it was mine because it had fallen asleep an become numb.
There's nothing more scary then waking up to a body in your bed and I was so glad this one was my own.