Aún cuando los años han pasado casi nunca me atrevo a contar está historia, la verdad no quiero revivir esos momentos de miedo que tuve que vivir durante algunos meses de mi infancia.
Tendría unos 8 o quizás 9 años cuando repentinamente, todo comenzó sin ninguna razón aparente algo o alguien movía mi cama y me despertaba cada media noche.
Aunque estaba pequeña se que esto fue muy real y también se que había algo debajo de mi cama y la verdad también creo que se trataba de una entidad maligna, está solía hacer temblar mi cama y aunque nunca lo ví o se presento ante mí, sentía su presencia.
Que queria no lo sé, pero durante meses no me dejo dormir, recuerdo tomar mi biblia abrazarla y orar por horas, lloraba y llamaba a mi mamá y extrañamente mi hermana mayor que dormía a mi lado no me escuchaba, ni mi mamá o papá que dormian en la habitación continúa tampoco.
Recuerdo temblar de miedo y acurrucarme en un rincón pegada a la pared de mi cama, cerraba mis ojos, pero podía sentir que había algo hay, movía mi cama y puedo asegurar que no era una pesadilla pues por meses no dormía, tenía ojeras enormes, lloraba al caer la noche y lo que menos hacía y quería era dormir.
Mi mamá no me creía pensaba que se trataba de miedo, que era una mentira para dormir con ella, pero no era asi yo estaba acostumbrada a dormir sola y alguien o algo movia mi cama bruscamente cada media noche hasta casi amanecer, mientras yo lloraba y me cansaba de llamar a mis padres y hermana sin tener extrañamente ninguna respuesta.
Con el tiempo quizás mis oraciones, fueron escuchadas eso se fue dejando de mover mi cama y asustarme.
! [English]
Tell me the story: >There's someone under my bed
Even though the years have passed I almost never dare to tell this story, I really don't want to relive those moments of fear that I had to live during some months of my childhood.
I was about 8 or maybe 9 years old when suddenly, everything started without any apparent reason something or someone moved my bed and woke me up every midnight.
Although I was little I know that this was very real and I also know that there was something under my bed and the truth is I also believe that it was an evil entity, it used to make my bed shake and although I never saw it or it appeared before me, I felt its presence.
I don't know what it wanted, but for months it didn't let me sleep, I remember taking my bible, hugging it and praying for hours, I cried and called my mom and strangely my older sister who slept next to me didn't hear me, neither did my mom or dad who slept in the room, neither did my mom or dad who slept in the next room.
I remember shaking with fear and huddling in a corner against the wall of my bed, I closed my eyes, but I could feel that there was something there, I moved my bed and I can assure that it was not a nightmare because for months I did not sleep, I had huge dark circles under my eyes, I cried at nightfall and the last thing I did and what I wanted was to sleep.
My mother did not believe me, she thought it was fear, that it was a lie to sleep with her, but it was not like that, I was used to sleep alone and someone or something moved my bed abruptly every midnight until almost dawn, while I cried and got tired of calling my parents and sister without having strangely no answer.
Eventually, perhaps my prayers were answered and it stopped moving my bed and scaring me.
