Hello and welcome to day 22 of 31 Days of Terror.

I have five spooky stories for you today and story number one comes from Dustin.

My story started around the age of 12 at my childhood home in Alabama.

The first experience I had was that my brother would often get scared at night and he would want

to sleep in my bed. I wasn't really sure what he was scared of but just the dark and general, I guess.

I was irritated with him sleeping in my bed because I felt like he was too old for this kind of thing.

So I tell him to go back to his bed and he would cry. One particular night he was crying and

snuck into my room and I told him everything was okay and to just go back to bed and he continued

to do this for weeks. One night I woke up. I'm not sure the time I just had an odd feeling

and the end of my bed creaked as if someone had been sitting on the end of it.

I heard something hit the floor and I thought it may have been my brother so I ignored it.

I tried to go back to sleep and I tossed and turned for a bit. I liked to sleep with my hand under

my pillow and all of a sudden I felt a hand grab my hand under my pillow and it felt like it was

pulling me. So I grabbed the hand and started pulling it and yelling at what I thought was my brother.

My mother heard the commotion and she ran into my bedroom and turned on the light and asked what

was happening and I told her that my brother was under my bed again. At that moment I looked

past my mother and into my brother's room and he was laying in his bed asleep and I felt the

worst feeling come over me. I assured my mom that he must have ran back into his room and was

faking sleep so she told me and my sleep brother to be quiet so he didn't wake my dad.

The next couple of nights nothing happened but I slept with my hands by my side.

One night my brother and I decided we would watch a movie together and my mom and dad were asleep.

At this point I wanted my brother to sleep in my bedroom because I was so scared.

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