>>1748985We had a long, thin, hollow, cylindrical end table like pic related at home.
For some reason I propped it up upside-down against a couch and slid in head-first (or my brother put me in, can’t remember). My hands were pinned to my sides and it was pitch black. There wasn’t any way to tip it over or get out at all, and I was maybe five, so I just screamed until someone found me. I don’t remember how long I was in or what happened after I got out, but according to family I was inconsolable for hours and wouldn’t go in that room for weeks/months.
