This is my first story here. I've had a few more experiences in my life & would like to share my first one with you.
When I was a little girl around 7 years old I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers Richard, who was around 5 years old & baby Simon, who was around 18 months, plus my mother too. The room was so tiny & cramped with the 4 of us in there. One night I'd had enough of being kept awake by baby Simon's constant crying & asked my mum to take me into the spare bedroom & tuck me in. This was my first time EVER in a bedroom on my own & was very scared. Mum promised she'd come sleep in the bed with me soon as she'd settled baby Simon. This made me feel a little better & not so frightend of being on my own.
After around an hour or so, I began to drift off to sleep. Then I heard the bedroom door open. I knew it was my mum so I continued to drift off. She got into bed next to me & began stroking my face as she usually did. Then she began to stroke my hair & play with it putting it into a french braid. (I knew my hair was being braided as I felt the twist & pulls of my ponytail) By now I fell asleep. Waking the next day with my hair in the braid, I went down stairs to get my breakfast, for my mum to say "your such a big brave girl." I then asked what she ment by this.
Mum went on to tell me that I had slept the full night through in that bedroom on my own, without her getting into bed with me. By this point I was scared stiff & told her she must have got into bed with me. My mum swore blind she never. This experience still confuses me to this day. So who or what was in bed with me that night? I have goose bumps on the back of my neck, just thinking about it. Sorry it's not the greatest of stories. Thank you for reading. Any comments would be muchly appreciated.