When I was around six or seven years old, my mom put me to bed like she always did. But when I woke up, I found myself in a tiny, dark space. I couldn’t see anything, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable.
I started screaming for help. After what felt like five minutes of crying and shouting, something shook the space I was trapped in, and I heard a zipper being opened. Suddenly, my dad’s face appeared above me—I was inside a suitcase.
Apparently, the suitcase had been under the guest room bed, where no one slept. My family has never figured out how I ended up in there or why it happened. It wasn’t just some strange dream, either; my family still talks about it occasionally. It was a very odd experience, and I still have no explanation for it.