Growing up, I was always a chicken when it came to scary stories. My family and I attended church but back then as my sisters and I were younger we were not as spiritual as we are now. The first time I experienced this was probably when I was in 5th grade. It was a long time ago.
I remember it was a Sunday evening when my oldest sister's boyfriend came over. After watching a movie, my siblings and I all gather together with my oldest sister and her boyfriend as he told us many ghost stories. As the stories got deeper and scarier, I begin to cry because I was too scared. That following Monday morning, my two oldest sisters, me and my younger brother got up to get ready to go to school. I had two younger sisters who weren't in school yet.
In our house that we were currently living in, our bedrooms were all upstairs in the second floor while the kitchen and living room was downstairs. Right before my oldest sister was going to head out for school, she'd asked me to go upstairs to her room to go grab her jacket that she'd forgotten. Without hesitating I did as I was told.
My sister's room was very well organized since she was the only one out of all our siblings to have her own room. Her twin size bed was centered in the middle of the room against a wall and her bed sheets were nicely fixed. As I begin to look around for her jacket, which was hung onto the back of her chair that's when I saw it. I saw an arm, just from elbow down to the hands slip out from under her bed.
The hand did a half circle slide on the ground as it went back under the bed. At the moment, I thought it was my two youngest sisters who might had woke up early and decided to play in my older sister's room. I walked around the bed to the other side, bent down, and lift up the bed sheets to discover nobody under the bed. At that instant, I felt shivers through out my whole body as the hair from the back of my head raised. Unbelievable, I ran crying out of her room back downstairs to tell the rest of my siblings what had just happened.
Until this day, I can still remember the image of the hand sliding out from under the bed. It might've just been a quick 5 second but those 5 seconds still scares me until this day when I think about it. I don't know what might've triggered me to see that arm. But I tend to tell myself that it was just my imagination playing with me because of all the ghost stories I heard the night before. But I know for a fact that this really happened and not my imaginations. Has anything like this ever happened to anyone before?