When I was 7 or so years old, I shared a room with my two older sisters. It was cramped quarters for three poeple. My sisters shared a double bed while I had a single beside them. To get into my bed, I had 2 options: either shimmy sideways inbetween the beds or climb on to theirs and hop across to mine.
That particular night began like any other. I got into my pj's, went to the bathroom and prepared to get into bed. As I turned out the light, I decided I would hop across the beds.
I NEVER expected what would happen next. As I made my way over, a hand grabbed my ankle and began to pull me down! I let out a blood curdling scream. Suddenly The Hand let go and I fell onto my bed. I could hear my parents racing down the hall as I cried, completely terrified.
Turns out, The Hand belonged to my brother, Leon. His little prank didn't strike him as being quite so funny after our parents were done with him.
And even though I knew The Hand was his, I checked under the bed for months to make sure no one was lurking under there.