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Ok, I’ll tell you about what happened to my family but you won’t believe it.

We lived out in the country in a house we’d rented, it was 1984 or 1985, can’t remember which. My youngest daughter Janie was about 13 at the time and had been sleeping in an upstairs bedroom with my niece Sherry, who was 19. Because of the summer heat Sherry wanted Janie to start sleeping in her own room. The first room at the top of the steps.

We had a used twin bed that had been her older sisters bed but just hadn’t put it up yet because being in a strange house Janie had felt better sleeping with Sherry in her bed.

When my ex-husband put the bed together and told Janie she’d have to sleep in it, she begged us not to make her because she was afraid of being alone.

The first night Janie slept in the bed she came running to me crying and scared to death. “Mommy! Mommy! My bed just tried to kill me!” She cried. I said, “What?!!? No way her bed just tried to kill her. I was thinking she just didn’t want to sleep in that big dark room alone.

But Janie was trembling and crying and acting like she was scared to death, so I asked her how her bed had tried to kill her. She said it lifted it’s self up off the floor and tried to dump her over the banister. She said it came up and then tilted while she was hanging onto the side of it for dear life.

Her room was at the top of the stairs and didn’t have a wall, only a banister to keep you from falling to the first floor. But her story sounded so totally unbelievable that I told her she was just having a bad dream and go back to bed.

She didn’t want to go back to bed and I’m ashamed of my self yet today for making her go back and get in that bed but I did it. I made her go back to bed.

The next night the same thing happened. In the middle of the night Janie comes running screaming down the steps and right to me hanging on to me for dear life. “Mommy, please don’t make me sleep in that bed it tried to kill me again!” She was terrified. I’ve never seen anyone so terrified.

I hurts me still today that I still couldn’t find it in me to believe her. I believe in God, I believe in evil, but I couldn’t make myself believe that the bed was lifting up off the floor and trying to dump her over the banister. But seeing my child so terrified I couldn’t make her go back up stairs. I told her to sleep in her father and my bed.

The next day we all went to my Mother’s house and I told Mommy what was going on with Janie. And Mommy got on me for not believing her. My mother was a preacher, The United Fellowship Christian Center was the name of her church. And she told me that being a preacher, she’d seen evil first hand and that I should take what Janie said was happening to her serious.

Mommy made us all, my ex husband, Sherry, Janie, Mommy and me form a circle and hold hands and she prayed and then anointed us all on the forehead with oil.

I’m ashamed to say that I had the roll your eye’s type attitude that night when Mommy did that but I went along because she was my Mother and I always did what my Mother told me to do.

When we got home, when we walked into the house, we heard a loud bang on the floor upstairs. Then another, and another, and it was bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang non stop.

Every one of us looked at each other and we all took off upstairs to see what in the world? But when we got upstairs we saw the bed beside the banister coming up off the floor and bang right back down on the floor. Over and over it came up off the floor and bang, back down on the floor.

I screeched, “We gotta get the bible!” and we all ran downstairs just about running over each other. I grabbed the bible and we all ran back upstairs, and again we just about ran over each other getting there. And then I threw the bible on the bed.

We all stood there holding our breath waiting to see what happened. Nothing. The bed was quiet. There was a collective sigh of relief and we all went back down stairs thankful that the bed had stopped doing what none of us wanted to believe we’d seen it do.

It wasn’t two minutes after we’d gotten downstairs feeling relived before bang, bang, bang, bang, at a feverish pace, twice as fast and twice as hard as before bang, bang, bang, not a second between bangs.

We all ran back upstairs and my ex screamed, “Get out of here!” to me, said, “Take the kids and get out of the house NOW!” And he grabbed the mattress off the jumping bed and run down the stairs right behind us and we all ran outside.

We stood there, Sherry, Janie, and me holding my son who was a little over a year old, watching my ex run back and forth carrying out the box springs, headboard, foot board and rails of the bed. He put them all in a pile and then got our 5 gallon gas can and poured all 5 gallons on the pile and lit it up.

The bed burned and then smoldered for a whole week. My Mother came over and blessed the house and we never had any more trouble.

I have felt all these years that I let my child down because I didn’t believe her when she told me her bed was trying to dump her over the railing. And even though I know it happened to us, it’s still hard to believe. Even though you see it with your own eyes it hard to make yourself accept, that what you saw was possible.

What happened to us only strengthened my belief in God and I never rolled my eyes again when my Mother wanted us all to pray together or when she wanted to anoint us with oil.