At my high school boarding school I was lucky enough to get one of the old hospital beds. I thought they were pretty cool. They had a hand crank to raise and lower the bed.
I don’t remember generally being afraid of the dark, but if someone or something was going to hide under a bed, there was plenty of room under these hospital beds. That year there was a lot of talk about demonic activity. I don’t know if any of the stories were true or not, but I did go to sleep every night hoping I wouldn’t wake up until morning.
Of course it was inevitable–one night I woke up and had to use the restroom. Gathering all the courage I could muster, I jumped off my bed and literally ran all the way down the hall to the bathrooms.
On the way back, still jumpy, I ran the distance to my room. When I entered the dark room, I heard a really scary sing-songy sound. My hair stood on end, and I screamed and jumped on my roommate’s bed. I guess I thought she’d save me. She was sitting up in her bed, and in her sleep had not even heard the sound leave her own mouth. When I landed on her bed, it woke her up. Seeing somebody in her bed, she let out a blood-curdling scream. Then I screamed. Then she screamed. For several seconds we screamed at each other intermittently. It took a while for us to figure out what happened. I still laugh every time I think of us screaming at each other in mutual horror!