Good Morning YGS. I have been a long time lurker on this website and thought it was about time I posted one of my stories. First of all, I would like to point out I used to host paranormal investigations. I am a very logical person and I also am not religious. Also this tale is long. I do apologize.
I think for my first story I should start from the preliminary moment that I can remember from my interactions with the unknown. I was born, and have lived, in Australia my entire to current life (I am 24 years of age and male). My father, being in the Air Force, my mother and two sisters found ourselves moving quite often. After a 20 year stint my father decided it was time to spend as much time with his family as possible and settle down to one location. So we moved from the military housing in Victoria up to a small town: Maryborough, Queensland.
It was my 5th birthday when we arrived at my Nana and Granddad's house. We were to live there until Mum and Dad found a property to buy. This house was odd from the start. Both my two older sisters (S & C) and I did not like it from the word go. The house was large and around 70 years old. My great-grandfather had it built originally. Being young, the three of us kids shared a room. I was 5, C was 8 and S was 10. (It was a big room, able to fit 3 single beds and plenty of space between).
Now there was a cupboard in the room and we all constantly saw a shadow of a person on it, moving back and forwards. The oddest part being was always heard bells when we saw it. That was the least of what happened. We ended up living there for 4 years, and during that time the events escalated.
Other odd event such as my sisters and I have re-occurring identical dreams with slight differences (the positions swapped). Also hearing what could only sound like a dog chewing a bone under our beds, but only one bed at a time. We would call out, Granddad would just tell us it was ants and spray under our beds but to no avail. We always heard whispers in our ears and our names being called even in broad daylight, the worse being screams. Sometimes even our feet were tickled (as a ritual, to this day I cover my ears and feet when I sleep, more a habit now). I have monologue too long, to the meat and potatoes of this story then.
My parents finally found a house and we were to move out within a month. I was nearly 9 at the time and enjoyed reading. One night my oldest sister, S, was at one of her friends' houses and C was fast asleep. I was awake sitting cross-legged on my bed, my lower half covered in sheets and reading a book with a small lamp on. The lamp went out suddenly. I heard the tell tail sound of the "bone chewing" under my bed. The milky glow of the night filled the room with a dull light. I cleared my throat and the chewing stopped. My blanket was hanging over the bed slightly and it started to go taut as though it was being pulled. Thus began a horrifying game of Tug-O-War. It went on for a while and finally the blanket was released and just when I thought it was over, I heard a low rumble, then a dark grey hand (I would say larger than a grown man's hand) reached out at an agonizingly slow rate and grabbed anew a handful of blanket. Like a flash my entire blanket was swept off the bed to go underneath.
I jumped up on my bed and sprinted to the door, reefing it open and crying out to my Mum and Dad. They told me it was just a nightmare. I am absolutely sure you all know that old explanation. As they walked me back to the room, my sister C was still asleep and behold! No bed sheet on my bed. Dad leant down and proceeded to pull my bed sheet out from under the bed. I refused to sleep in that room again. Please post me any questions about anything I may have missed out.
Thank you for your time.