Goblins Under My Bed

This is new to me. I’ve read many stories on Reddit and wondered, “What if I share my story too?” I’m very skeptical about paranormal things, religious beliefs, and concepts like auras or energies.

This story is mostly about my mother, who decided to share it with me one day. But first, I’ll start with a small anecdote of mine that I believe could be connected to the story.

When I was between 5 and 8 years old, I lived with my mother in my great-grandmother’s old house. At the time, I had many stuffed animals, toys, and makeup kits for kids. Every time I came home from school, I would find my toys scattered everywhere, and many of them would go missing. The most striking thing that happened to me was when my mom asked me to go tell my uncle (who lived further back on the property) that we were leaving with him in the morning in his car.

At the time, I was unpacking one of my disorganized makeup kits. After informing my uncle, I returned to find the kit completely organized. I went to my mom and asked her if she had done it. She looked confused, and I noticed a certain seriousness in her face. Then suddenly, she smiled and said, “Yes, sweetie. It was me. I just wanted to play a little prank on you.”

I didn’t give it much thought after that. At that time, I used to sleep with her in a big bed. One night, while we were sleeping, my mom got up and saw my great-grandmother putting a dish in the kitchen. My mom asked her if she had organized the makeup kit. My great-grandmother, confused, said she hadn’t and had been resting. Something that caught my attention was when she said, “They’ve probably come back. They’re back.”

My mom returned, and I pretended to be asleep. The next day, she took me to my grandmother’s house to stay for a week. When I came back, everything was normal, and eventually, I forgot about it. Since then, many strange things have happened to me, but I didn’t pay much attention to them.

Here’s my mom’s story:

Not long ago, she asked me if I remembered what happened with the makeup kit, and I said yes. She told me that when she was six years old, she lived in that same house with her grandmother (my great-grandmother) and slept in the same room where we used to sleep. Her grandmother had her own room. She said she used to hear small footsteps inside her room every night. Things would move around, clothes would disappear, and objects would go missing.

One night, she felt something climb onto the bed, like a cat had jumped on it. She got scared and hid under the covers. Suddenly, something spoke to her from the darkness. It introduced itself with a very tiny voice and asked her not to turn on the light.

From that night on, everything changed. They visited her every night, talking to her. She would ask them who they were and what they wanted. These “things” simply said they were her friends and had come to visit her because they liked her.

As the nights went on, she started to have doubts and became afraid. These voices would tell her to go with them, that they would take her to beautiful places full of colors and toys. Over time, they got closer and even began to touch her. She described their hands as very tiny, like a newborn baby’s hands.

One night, one of them pulled her hair playfully, and that’s when she started to get really worried. They kept insisting she crawl under the bed. The fear grew so much that she asked her grandmother if she could sleep in her room, telling her that the “duendes” (goblins) wanted to take her away. My great-grandmother, who was very religious but didn’t believe in fantasy, agreed to sleep with her in the room.

While they slept, these things returned and woke my mother up. She could feel them pulling on her clothes, trying to drag her under the bed. She finally woke her grandmother. Before waking her up, her grandmother suddenly stood up, turned on the light, and they both heard things scurrying around the room.

Crying, my mother explained everything she had heard all those nights. Her grandmother told her not to worry and admitted that she had heard them too. She carried my mother to her own room and locked my mother’s bedroom with a padlock.

The next morning, very early, they called people from the church to come and inspect the house. They didn’t doubt my great-grandmother, as she was considered a wise and truthful woman. When they moved the bed, there was a hole in the floor, about the size of my mother, and very deep, as she described it. They sealed it with cement and placed wooden planks over it.

When my mom told me this story, I asked my great-grandmother about it while she was still alive. She confirmed my mother’s story and shared what she had heard as well. From then on, every time I visited that house, it gave me an eerie feeling.

My mom said she was afraid these things might have come back for me. Since they sealed the hole, they never bothered her again. But I still can’t explain what happened with my makeup set and all the stuffed animals I lost.