This story takes place when I was around 5 years old. I don't remember my exact age, but I know it was before I started grade school.
The date was sometime before Christmas. I was sharing the bed in my Grandmother's room at the time. In our old cotton mill house there were no halls. Granny's two bedroom doors opened one directly into the kitchen, and one into the living room. I remember I was lying in the bed with Granny asleep beside me, looking at the Christmas tree which was lit up in the living room. One of the others in the house, either my Great Aunt or Cousin, apparently had not yet gone to bed.
As I lay there, something caught my eye on the ceiling just a little to the right of the bed. It seemed some sort of liquid was forming on the ceiling, and dripped down onto the floor right beside me. The liquid appeared to be thick and dark, and I immediately thought that it was blood. But where was it coming from? The ceiling was just a regular ceiling with white tiles and the liquid seemed to be dripping down from between the tiles. For some reason, and I don't know exactly why, this really scared me. I laid there in the darkness for a while wondering what was going on. I know this sounds strange, (remember I was a little kid) but I thought to myself that maybe a star had died. I crawled down under the covers and finally went to sleep.
The next morning was clothes washing day. When I woke up, I heard the old wringer type washer machine going in the kitchen. I saw my Grandmother, Great Aunt and Cousin standing there by the bed, looking at the little pool of something brownish red on the floor. They were discussing what it could be. Nobody had a clue. They wiped it up with an old rag (we didn't have paper towels in those days) and that was the end of it. I never told anybody what I had seen. For reasons I can't explain, I was really afraid to do so. There was no stain on the ceiling where the stuff had come down.
I still have no idea what this could have been. Could it have been some sort of animal injured in the ceiling? I never heard anything scratching around up there, and there were never any unusual smells or anything to indicate a dead animal. Everything seemed just totally silent while it was dripping down and this was never repeated.
One more event occurred in this particular bedroom sometime around this same time. I remember I was lying in bed facing my sleeping Grandmother. This was one of those old iron beds with the vertical iron bars on the headboard. Suddenly, I saw something that looked like an arm with no hand come up, like from under the bed, through the iron bars and down between our two pillows. It was just lying there, looking like an extremely long, handless, arm. I remember it was very white. I didn't want to wake up my Grandmother because I was afraid it would scare her too badly, so I raised up on my elbow and looked at it lying motionless there. Then, I took my pinkie finger and pushed it back off the bed and through the bars. I saw it pull itself down under the bed and disappear. That, for some reason did not scare me very much until I got to thinking about it later on. But ever since that time I have made sure the pillows on the bed are pushed close together, with no space in between, before I go to sleep.
Strange, huh? I'm sure I was awake and that this was no a dream. When you think about it, it was so bizarre, though.