playing a running around game with my twin 3 years ago, i tripped on something, ad fell backwards...the couch bed folded me up, and stopped. i was high in the air. brian tried to release me, but then it folded up again, and finally slammed shut, locking me in the couch...You know one of them couch beds where you take the custions off and see the flat part of the bed? well i was in between the mattresses in there. so I was IN the couch. it was so hot under there. Brian took water, and dumped it on me from above, where the side crack was. I could barely move, in fact, couldnt move at all..I stayed calm because i didnt wanna have a heartattack being so scared..it was crushing me, i couldnt really breathe. Brian tried to pick it up by the handle, and restore it, but it wouldnt budge. the fire department finally came, and they couldnt even pull me out. they destroyed the whole couch to get me out finally. well theres my story about the couch that ate me.