When my ex and i were still platonic..
we lived in a single room flat in Crouch End.
(Yes, that Crouch End, beloved of horror writers from Clive Barker to Stephen King.)

One night we'd both had a couple of drinks, and gone to our (seperate) beds. Being a lightweight drinker... as she put it "2 drinks and you're anybodies, 3 drinks and you're no good to anybody"...I fell straight asleep.

I was woken at about 2am by her hissing from her bed on the other side of the room.
"what?" (Probably more like 'whaaaaa')
"There's a tiger under my bed."

I explained to her that there was about 4 inches of clearance from the ground to her bed base, but she was so convinced that eventually I had to get up and check it for her, then the wardrobe, then the oven part of the baby belling cooker..
She was convinced that she'd seen it, and I ended up cuddling her for a while to relax her.
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