I've only told about two family members (besides my parents who were there) this memory I have when I was a child, but I feel like I should finally let it out. I am 22 years old now and this happened in the late 90’s. It is kind of long, but just read.
I come from a very poor upbringing, and when I was 7 years old my grandmother let my mother, my dad, and myself temporarily stay in one of her one-bedroom duplex apartments that she had bought in the late 70's - we had nowhere else to go at that point and had been living in rundown hotels week by week. My grandmother's duplex was actually built in the 40's, but that is besides the point.
When I was a child I used to have severe eye crust whenever I would wake up, a lot of times I had to literally wash it off in the bathroom sink before I could see because it was so thick.
I remember one morning waking up, it had to be around 9am and I could see that the front door was open because the sunlight coming through the bedroom doorway which was also open. I could also hear my parents outside laughing and joking with my grandmother who I found out had stopped on her way to work to say hello. That particular morning I could feel the eye crust on my eyelids, but it wasn't super bad that I had to go wash it off so I crawled across both beds and sat on the edge. Since my parents and I shared the one room our two full size beds were pushed together to form a giant bed, the room was so small that it literally took up almost the entire room. Besides the combined beds, there was literally just a TV stand and the actual door on the left. While sitting on the edge of the bed, I remember my feet dangling off the edge (I was a very small kid) and I began my normal routine of painstakingly picking off the eye crust. This morning I was extra eager because I wanted to say hello to my grandma.
Well, as soon as I remember clearing my eyes I was a moment away from jumping off of the bed onto the floor, a hand shot up from beneath the bed and grabbed me by my shirt. It literally paralyzed me in fear, but I was quick enough to let out a high pitched scream and grab the bar on the head rail of the bed while the hand started pulling. I still remember the feeling of how strong the grasp was around my shirt and I remember seeing the hand. It looked like a grown man's hand (hairy, big, strong looking) and it started pulling me forward, as if trying to pull me under the bed. At this point I am screaming my head off and I knew my parents and grandmother heard me because I could hear them running inside. This part scares me. The moment, and when I say the MOMENT before they crossed the threshold into the room to actually get a view of me on the edge of the bed, the hand immediately let go and shot back under the bed.
I was hysterical and my father grabbed me off the bed and picked me up asking what had happened. I remember yelling through my sobs "It's under the bed! It's under the bed!" Well, my father actually pulled the mattress up then and there and showed me that there was nothing under the beds. And literally, there was nothing. Meanwhile, my mother and grandmother were trying to comfort me by telling me I was still asleep and must have had a nightmare.
That was the end of that experience - but there is more. And also before I continue, now that I am an adult, nothing like this has ever happened to me.. but until this day I can affirm that I was not sleeping. I was fully awake. But anyways, flash forward to when I was around 14 years old. I was actually driving with my mother down the road of my grandmother's duplex (she was renting them both out at this point) , and my mother saw an old friend sitting outside our same old apartment with her baby. My mother ended up stopping to say hello and catch up. Keep in mind this is in Florida, it’s the middle of summer and very hot outside. My mother asked her why she wasn't inside, I think more worryingly for the baby . Well, we could tell my mother's friend had a worried expression when we asked her this. I remember her clearly explaining, hesitantly, that she hated being inside the apartment. She said she was actually going to tell my grandmother that they were moving soon. The reason? She would hear voices in the room where the whole incident with the hand happened with me. She said it would be whispers, like conversations, and she wanted her and the baby as far away as possible.
I never told her about my experience, I could tell she was already genuinely scared and I didn't want to scare her anymore. But yes, that is my creepy experience. I've always wanted to talk to a medium to see if they could tell me what that hand was, or WHO/WHAT it belonged to. I am a skeptic, but would love to hear some kind of explanation.