First of all, no fake stories, please thanks buddies. Anyways, just post here what the creepiest thing to ever happen to you so far is. So long as it's not fake, then i'll take it I'll go ahead and start off, I guess: Back when I lived in Germany at the age of 9, I'd gotten back from a very plain day of school. Nothing special happened really, we played games, learned some things and I overthought just about all of it, as usual. The rest of the day went on about the same after I'd returned home. I did the few math problems I had as homework and read a couple of my assigned book (I forget the title, but I remember there was a LOT of racism in it, being set in the 1960's) and went on to play some video games, Halo 3 being my favorite at the time. Once it got to my bedtime, I brushed my teeth and went to sleep. About 4 hours into my rest, I'd woken up. No illumination whatsoever, I even checked if my alarm clock were at my head as it always were on a small shelf. There was nothing. I assumed it'd died for a while but I decided to get some sleep. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't help but notice... I had to pee. I didn't think much of it, still annoyed more than ever that my lightswitch was on the other side of the room. Unfortunate for me at the time especially, because my tired mind thought backwards and put my legs to the right of my bed (my bed was pressed against the wall on the right side). Strangely enough, there was a gap at least 1.5 feet away from my bed. It took me a couple of second to comprehend then I went into a mild shock, wondering how my bed had moved. I remembered my alarm clock had a plug for its power supply, not a battery so I reached to my headstand and fiddled for buttons on the right side. Nothing... Not even a nightstand! My mirror, shelves, alarm clock, all of it! GONE! Just plaster. My shock level increased rapidly. I scrambled for my the left side of my bed where there would usually be roughly 3 meters of space before hitting a wall. Plaster, again. Except now it was immediately at the side of the bed, flushed against it perfectly. I reached for the foot but only to be greeted by a fourth wall in my immediate area made of plaster. In the most horrified mindset i've ever been, I thought the worst, i'd been kidnapped and I would soon be met with rapists, murderers or people just wanting a quick buck, no matter what the cost. I fell backwards to lay on my bed, to fall asleep until this go over. a few minutes in (I believe it was 30 but time doesn't exactly feel right when you feel you're going to die in a matter of seconds) and I hear water. The sound of waves such as in an ocean. I thought less of that because my mom had one of those silly "sounds of the rainforest" things; still worrying nonetheless. I soon fell asleep, thinking of ways to get out of any future treachery until I woke up. I was greeted with my room. Untouched. My possessions exactly where I placed them, my bed still in its exact usual location and nothing out of the ordinary. It's been 8 years and I still don't know what happened that day. I know it wasn't a dream, I bit my hand hard just in case it were. When I woke up, the teeth marks were still there. I'm just glad it wasn't the worst possible situation.