The Haunted Bed Frames

A friend offered a white wicker bed frame set to me for free. At the time I lived in a very remote mountain in Hawaii, up in the elevation of 5500 ft. The house I rented was built on a hilly side, with the upstairs living area off the ground at least 15 feet.

I had my partner at the time to go and pick up the bed set one evening. He brought home an older antique looking set instead. When I had asked him what happened to the white set, all he said was that she gave me this one, and that he had a hard time with the bed in his truck. It fell out of his truck, and onto the road several times. It broke a wooden wheel, and so he though nothing about it.

After I had this set in my guest bedroom for days, I started to put the frames together and suddenly I felt so sick to my stomach, nauseating sick, and almost threw up. I had to leave the room, it was very cold, and so I thought it was just from living up in the clouds.

One late evening on a Friday night, my partner had a get together with his friends. He called to say he would be in after midnight, and I said no problem.

I was sitting on my living room couch that is leaning against the wall and reading when I heard and felt someone pounding on the wall. This must be a joke because for one thing, the house is on stilts, and no way could someone climb and reach that wall outside, unless they were on a very tall ladder.

The noise continued and then the pounding was coming from a back kitchen door that was closed and locked. I heard more hard pounding. I heard a voice call my name, but I knew better not to open a door at night since I was home alone. I called out my friend's name, but no answer. That started to get me alarmed so I reached for a bat just in case.

I immediately got on the CB radio, and tried calling my partner but I had no luck in reaching him. I know I did not hear his truck come up the hill so I was quite upset and shaken a bit.

Terrified of who could be outside my door in the pitch dark, and especially being by myself, was enough for me to call my sister. At the time I thought it could be a neighbor?

I told her that I am scared, and that I wanted her to try and reach my partner since I couldn't get through to him. I had to use the bathroom so bad, I asked if she would stay on the line, and I would be right back.

As I put the phone down, and walked about 5 feet, the pounding started again, making me run back to the couch and put my legs up. "Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" I asked her. She immediately told me to calm down and that she was going to make some calls. No luck too.

As I am waiting, I was too afraid to move, and my sis stayed with me on the phone. I could hear a truck coming up the hill, and knew it was my friend coming home. As soon as he walked into the house I told him to take the ******bed out of here! He tossed the frames out off the deck and it landed on the lawn below.

The very next morning as I was getting ready for work, he was downstairs throwing the bed sets into his truck to take to the dump.

A very loud sound in my ears came out, like a growl and a swoosh and I felt like it came out of me? I told him that that bed was haunted and never will I want any old bed frames again. I don't know what came into the house and made me sick for weeks before the bed was finally removed, but it felt very evil.

I could tell you that the bed had many different numbers on it, written on the back frames. My lady friend now no longer collects antiques in her home since I had warned her about buying beds. Her mother passed away after being ill for awhile. Later, when I saw her in a store, she told me, "My mother was asking for you." Well I really only knew her mother a little bit, hardly spoke to her.

My house was blessed in every corner and have not had any more sickness.

I hope to hear from someone telling what they think of this.