Yeah, I've got a Spooky story. From back when I was 16/17 years old. East side of Cleveland.
My aunt lived next to a graveyard. Not like right next door but a few streets down. So you just know some spooky stuff was bound to go down. And Breh did it EVER...
I occasionally watched her son from 6-10 on weekends as her and my uncle worked weird hours. Anyway, one night I was watching her son at her home. When I say "watching" I basically mean playing video games with him.
It got pretty late, had him brush his teeth and put him to bed. I head back into the living room to play some more PS2. About 15 minutes later he comes running out of his room super fast talking about "Hey, there's something in my bed!" I'm thinking it's something like a spider, so I take him back in there and say "Ok what is it?". He says "my bed was moving.." I'm looking at him like "huh", and figure he had some sort of nightmare. I could see that he was scared so I tell him to come in the living room and sleep in there until his mother arrived.
We're in the living room and he's laying down on the other couch. Still scared and unable to go to sleep. I'm getting a little tired myself at this point so I turn the TV off and as soon as I do I hear something coming from his bedroom. Now I'm spooked. It sounded like something sliding back and forth. I ask the little Breh if he hears that too and he's really spooked and just shakes his head "yes".
I'm scare as fukk at this point y'all. But I have to go and see what it is. I get up and walk toward the hallway. He darts up from the couch and follows behind me - I guess to scared now to stay in the living room by himself. We walk slowly to his bedroom at the end of the hallway...the sound getting more clear, loud and distinct.
We're just outside his door and I'm too scared to look, but know I have to. I'm thinking maybe it's just a curtain blowing in a breeze from his window or something. I peak inside the door...and Brehs...this dude's mattress was fukkING BREATHING!!! By breathing I mean that it was literally moving up and down while making a god damn deep breathing sound. As if it was alive or some shyt.
I run past my cousin straight out the hallway, into the living room and right out the door. He runs out after me just as I'm getting in my car. I forgot about him in my terror. We ride breathlessly to my parents house and stay up all night. He ended up being so traumatized that he was unable to step foot back into his house. Never did figure out what was with that demon mattress.
only that half of the balcony 