This story originally appeared on Reddit in 2017.  It was sent to me by FearFierst last year. He didn’t say where he hails from or even if this happened to him. He has titled this story The Hand Under The Bed.

Back in 2003, I was 8 years old. Our family had just moved to a new country and it was our first night in the apartment my step-father had rented for us. Due to jet lag, and having already slept on the plane, I was wide awake. It was past midnight and I was in bed.

For you to understand this story better I’ll have to explain what my room was like. My bed was at the end of the room below the windows. On the other side of the room was the bedroom door. Next to that there was a walk-in closet. Both doors of the closet had mirrors on them. They were pretty big. I’d say they covered 75% of the doors. This meant I could see my own reflection when I was on my bed.

As I laid there, waiting to fall asleep, I felt something like a big hand violently grab my leg and pull me out of bed. As soon as this happened I began screaming and held onto the headboard so as not to get completely pulled away. As this was going on my brother, who was also awake, came running. He tried opening my bedroom door but couldn’t get in. In our house there is a rule – NEVER lock any door. So, it was unlocked, but for some reason he just couldn’t open it. He yelled out to my mother and father. While they were getting up I was still struggling and holding onto the headboard. I looked back to the mirror and I saw the reflection of myself on the closet doors. There was a huge black arm coming from under my bed grabbing my leg and pulling me. As soon as I saw it I screamed even louder. 

When my parents finally reached the door to my room, they were able to open it. As the door opened the hand let go and slid under the bed. They turned on the lights and asked me what was going on. I told them what went down, but obviously it was swept aside as a bad dream. Even though I was wide awake. 

After this I grabbed my mattress and put it on the floor. I was not going to sleep on beds that had spaces under them ever again. One last thing. My brother believed me because I showed him the bed frame. There were 3 scratch marks on the side where the arm had come out. Mind you, the bed was new. My dad had them set up the night we arrived.  – FearFierst 

Okay this story is quite terrifying. It appears that ghosts and shadows can actually earn their reputation of being downright scary. Thank you for sharing your story with us. Truly one of a kind. Fearfiest has made the drawing of his encounter that is attached to this post.

This Week’s Podcast: On the program this week we feature more stories from you and a OTR classic western from the series Gunsmoke. The story takes place in Dodge City, Kansas, during the settlement of the American West.  Matt unjustly puts a soldier in clink and that leads to trouble with his commanding officer. It is titled The Soldier and it first aired in April of 1953. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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Our story was sent into the show by Ray Owens who lives in the great state of Pennsylvania. Home of the Steelworker and appearly ghosts. Here is the story Ray has titled My Haunted House.

My wife and I live in an old Victorian style house in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I’m not really sure when it was built but it was at least in the late 1800s. When we first moved in everything was peachy. We get up in the morning, have our coffee, get to work on restoring the house, then call it a day, and move on. We bought the house originally because we fell in love with the design and we knew that it just had to be restored to its original glory. We were newly retired and we had the time and the gumption to get’er done.

It was after the third year that things started to go strange. One morning I got up and I was standing in my bathroom. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I thought for sure it was my wife and I turned to find nothing. At the same time my wife was down in the kitchen preparing breakfast. She said that she was sure that I walked into the kitchen, went to the refrigerator, opened it up, took something out, and vanished. Of course as I already stated I was upstairs in the bathroom being touched on the shoulder.

One of the more strange events we had was when one night we woke up to a “Yelp”, no other way to describe it, and a voice telling us that we had left the on heat downstairs. Well, the house has central heating and so therefore it doesn’t matter where you leave the heat on it just maintains temperature so the comment made no sense. The next morning we got up, went downstairs, and found a burn spot on the floor. It was a perfect circle and the first thing my wife said was that it must be an indoor crop circle. It is still there today for anyone that cares to see it.

One afternoon we were taking care of our granddaughter when I heard some giggling coming from the living room. Thinking that my wife was playing with our granddaughter I went to see what was going on. As I came into the room my wife also came in from the side door. We found our granddaughter rolling on the floor laughing and giggling away. When we asked her who she was playing with she responded with the nice old lady with the white hair.

Benjamin, Benji for short, is our Labrador. We often find him in the living room staring at an old rocker that came with the house. Sometimes the chair rocks all by itself.  Benji just stares at that old rocker for hours at a time. He will curl up at the foot of it and sleep. My wife said that one afternoon she came into the room and saw Benji’s fur moving like someone was petting him. She grabbed her phone to capture it, but it stopped before she could get set up.

All of the hunting’s with this house seem pretty benign and we have never ever felt any kind of malevolent behavior. I have done a lot of research on the house and I can’t find anything that would indicate that someone had even died in this place. My guess is that a former owner just doesn’t want to leave. – Ray Owens 

I love ghost stories like this one. They are what I think ghost stories should be all about. Ghosts get so much bad publicity that it is nice to hear about one that is just strange. Thank you Ray!

This Week’s Podcast: Our featured story this week comes from the OTR series Richard Diamond Private Detective. In this episode Diamond is hired by a plumber for reasons that Mr. Walker won’t really won’t get into. Diamond takes the case, and the next thing that happens is murder. It is titled Mr. Walker’s Problem and it first aired on April 28, 1952. You can listen to this podcast on Thursday at Ron’s Amazing Stories, download it from Apple Podcasts, stream it on Stitcher Radio or on the mobile version of Spotify. Do you prefer the radio? We are heard every Thursday at 10:00 pm and Sunday Night at 11:00 PM (EST) on AMFM247.COM. Check your local listing or find the station closest to you at this link

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