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My roommate and I were in our dorm room talking on my bed. Our room was a long rectangle, and her bed was on the far end – opposite to mine.
Her bed started squeaking in the middle of our conversation. We both stopped and stared as her bed continued to squeak and creak as if someone were bouncing on those rusted coils.
She finally got up and walked over to her bed. Putting her hand out in front of her, she said, “Whoever it is, will you please stop?”
And it stopped.
Do you have any spooky stories?