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| BOMPO | |||||||||||||
| When I was small boy of about 7 years old we moved from a small town where I was raised to a larger city where my fathers company had relocated. It was a small old house on the north side of the city with only three bedrooms, barely big enough for our family, my parents, my two older sisters, and my brother and me. Times were tough and our family barely made ends meet even with both parents working. Because of lack of space my parents had their room, my sisters together in one and I slept with my older brother in another. Getting used to a different house can be a scary experience and things, unexpected things can happen. Let me tell you what I mean. | |||||||||||||
| When we went to bed the first night I was so tired from helping move, I fell right asleep and slept like a log until my brother awakened me in the middle of the night. Frightened, he whispered to me "Something is in here, don't move". I couldn't see anything because it was pitch black in the room but what I did notice scared the daylights out of me. The bed heaved up as though something was under it pushing it up. It moved up and down like the bed itself was breathing. My brother whispered. "Did you feel that?" We pulled the covers over our faces and tried to be as silent as possible. I was too scared to answer. It proceeded to heave and relax, the bed springs squeaking ever so slightly, it felt almost as if we were floating before slowly retracting almost to the floor, then again it would heave up, sounding as though the springs were going to break from all the force and then relaxing again. For about 5 minutes it proceeded to pulsate. Neither of us could move we were so scared. Then I could feel that whatever was under the bed had moved out. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air just above the covers. Like it was waiting for us to show our faces or checking for sounds. Then it slowly moved away, we lay there silent and heard nothing more. Both of us finally drifted off to sleep. When we awoke the next morning we found to our amazement that the bed had been moved all the way from the corner to the middle of the room. It was very frightening and even though we told our parents, they didn't believe us and thought it was due to an overactive imagination. My brother nicknamed it the Bompo. From that night on we always slept with the covers over our faces. I put a crucifix under my pillow and a bible under the bed and we made no sounds or moves when the lights were out. I absolutely would not sleep in the room by myself without my brother. One night I had to go to the bathroom and tried to hold it until my kidneys felt as if they would burst, it was either run to the bathroom or go right there in bed. So I jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom as fast as I could. I was too frightened to return to the bed so I slept right there on the bathroom floor until morning. I learned my lesson after that night and from then on before going to bed, I always went to the bathroom first. | |||||||||||||
| About two years later I was able to move in to a new bedroom after a new addition was added to our house. Our parents moved into that bedroom and to this day we've never heard from the Bompo again. I still sleep with the covers pulled up to my face, with a crucifix under my pillow, a bible under my bed and a night light on at all times. I have been told my brother does the same. | |||||||||||||
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