Blanket pulled under the bed in a barrack in a Ural settlement

Anyway, when I was 18, the whole family went to my grandma's sister in a settlement in the Ural middle of nowhere. We lived in Yekat at the time. The shithole was hardcore, we rattled one way on a farted-up intercity bus, arrived literally like into the last century, everything broken, old, kind of abandoned. I didn't like the town right away, and on top of that grandma's stories got added about some fucking military unit that Borya the alkash disbanded. We sat around like you do, shot the shit, drank tea with cake and went to bed. And the thing was in a two-story barrack that was probably built back under Khrushchev. Because of dvach I was used to going to bed late and was just sitting on the bed when I realized I wasn't falling asleep for shit.

And at that moment, anon, something starts pulling the blanket under the bed. To say I freaked the fuck out is to say nothing. First there was a tug, then another tug and a few more. And then it pulled really hard, like with a hand. I couldn't think of anything better than to grab onto the blanket and just sit there, doing fuck all. After a couple minutes it stopped pulling. I of course didn't sleep that night, turned on all the lights everywhere and sat until morning. Only later, with my mom there, I looked under the bed and found fuck all. She didn't believe me by the way and said it was all from the computer.

I still think about what it could have been and what would have happened if it had actually dragged me under.