My close encounter happened when I was about 10 (yes I know, a very impressionable age, but shush), I was laying in bed but had my eyes closed. I wasn’t asleep, I’d already opened my eyes to admire the He-Man wallpaper and A-Team bedcovers. (I know what you’re thinking ‘wow, you were sooo cool’). I hadn’t gone back into a dream I may have been having, I was just laying there listening to people pottering about downstairs.
Anyway, I closed my eyes again, comforted by the knowledge that nobody had stolen my action figures that night and no monsters were lurking. Then I sensed someone next to me, but as I hadn’t heard anyone come up the stairs or come into the room I was a bit too scared to check. I remember thinking if I can’t see them then I won’t be scared.
The next second someone/something tapped my fingernail, dead centre of my nail on my hand which was sticking out of the duvet (the hand which was possibly holding onto Mr-T – wow that sounds so wrong). I opened my eyes and nothing, or no one was there, but someone/something definitely tapped my fingernail.
I still don’t know what it was to this day, I can still feel the touch of it now as I’m typing this out. Ever since then I’ve never, ever slept with my hands outside of the duvet. Although I have got rid of the wallpaper and bedcovers unfortunately!