When i was small 'bout 5 or 6 I alway's
slept in the middle of the bed because I thought if I got to close to the edge
the monsters would take me down with them and i'll turn into a monster!!! CRAZY!!!

Gr, 6 kevin letra- frade

When I was young, I was terrified of JAWS. I used to think that when I was in bed, if my leg or arm was hanging off the side, JAWS would jump out of the ocean drag me into the water and eat me. I lived in Philadelphia at the time.

NotSharkFood

i used to believe there was a naked little gnome type thing that lived under my bed and all he would wear was a bowler hat he was a cool little dude

caitlin

When I was a little girl, my parents always had my bed in the corner of the room. When I would go to sleep, sometimes I would be worried about "boogie-men" of sorts. I would be afraid to put my back to the door, incase they came in through there, they could sneek up on me that way. But I didn't want to lay faceing the door either, because they could come up in between my bed and the wall behind me. So I would pile all my stuffed animals around me and one "pillow bug" with legs on my head, with it's legs placed over my face so that I could still see out. I got over it sooner or later.

KaliJean

If it was night time I always jumped on my bed for fear of the mudd munster eating my shins off.

This monster was strangely conjured up by my mind by combining the monsters from Teddy Ruxbin and the horrible 'coooooooh...' snore sounds my dad made that could be heard across the hall.

m0u5y

I used to believe there were black panthers that lived under my bed. Since it was dark under my bed, they must have been black, the better to blend in. I thought they would swipe at my feet with their claws as I got into bed. When I would return from the potty in the middle of the night I would run all the way down the hall and leap into bed so they couldn't get me.

Liza P.

When my husband was little, he used to think lions lived under his bed. (his mom read him the book,"daniel in the lions den"(biblical story)and he would always make a runing dash flying almost, to get in to bed being sure not touch the floor! landing in his bed safe at night.still to this day, he won't hang any part of his body over the edge of the bed, or let his feet going a tad under the bed while standing.

Denise

I used to believe that I had monsters under my bed, and in the daytime they were just all around the house. They were very, very stupid and gullible, though, so I would tell them:
"You can't get me because I'm on the toilet, and I can't defend myself so it wouldn't be a fair fight." My monsters, despite being monsters, didn't want to be unfair. There were so many rules as to when they could get me, such as they couldn't when I was with someone else so long as I was touching the person, or if I had my eyes closed, or if I was smiling, (?) or even if I was constantly talking! I would just have to say a bunch of random words nonstop. For each of these I had a logical reason why they couldn't get me.
Eventually I decided that I was overdoing it, so I would instead tell them: "You can get me in ___ seconds." and count really slowly. "One, one and a quarter, one and two quarters.." If I was counting to, say, 10, I would also pretend to forget where I was once I got to nine. I'd say: "Oh, wait, where was I? I think it was two, wasn't it?" And then I'd start over, and by the time 10 came around again I would be safe with my parents!

Anon

When was about 4, I was sure that there were alligators living under my bed that came out at night and crawled around on the bedroom floor. What is really odd is that there were large storage drawers under my bed and nothing could possibly hide there.

Linden

When I was in preschool, I took ballet. Around Christmas time, my teacher decided to give us a special treat and tell us a story. It was about if you were a naughty little girl that if you fell asleep with your feet over the end of the bed, the rats would eat your feet off. I went home, fearing going to sleep, and stayed awake crying. I have many times been told that this was not true, but still, I CANNOT have my feet over the end of my bed. Thanks for the mental scarring, lady.

Anon

when i was 7(ish) i used to believe that a hedghog man lived under my bed bed an if my feet and or hands were poking out of my cover he would drag me under the bed and take to me this underworld place that was filled with lakes! i had to jump on to my bed for years... i think it had something to do with a progrmmme about gruesome fairy tales

rosie

I used to believe that the boogeyman lived under my bed. I was afraid to go to sleep at night because he was going to eat me. One night I lost a tooth and put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy. In the morning I told my dad that the toothfairy had forgotten to come because there was no money under my pillow. I remember the look of horror on his face as he told me that the boogey man must have ate her. I was afraid to even go in my room until my dad showed me the dollar that had fallen behind the bed.

Anon

in the mornings i used to beleve there were sharks that got out from under the bed and onto my floor. i leaped out of bed so the sharks didnt eat me.

mojojoo

When I was about 5 or 6 years old, someone (probably my older sister) told me a story about how while you slept little skeleton ants and termites would come and carry your toys and such on their backs underneath your bed. I was scared to go under there and clean out the toys and so, one day when my mom was scolding me for not cleaning under my bed, I cried, "But mom I didn't put those there, it was the skeleton ants and termites who did it." To this day I still remember the look on her face as I explained this odd occurance through all my tears and crying.

Emily

I make my bed every day, and here is why: When I was quite young my father told me that if I didn't make my bed "day germs" would crawl up from the floor during the day and get under the covers. Then at night when I laid down they would crawl all over me and make me sick. Nice.

A.M. - age 39

When I was young about 7-10 years old, I used to like the bedroom really dark to go to sleep but I used to believe that witches lived under my bed during the night. If I wanted a drink or needed the toilet, I would have to jump off the bed and land at least 3 feet away so that they didn't grab my ankles. Same thing applied to getting into bed again, launching myself from a distance to land on the bed. I suppose I eventually rationalised that there would not be room for witches what with all the toys I used to store under the bed but it still makes me chuckle now, (and where did they go during the day?)

Beverley Davies

I used to belive that when I was sleeping at night little turtle-heads (yes, just the heads) would bite off my toes. But that's only because my father told me so every night.

Ragdoll

I used to think there was a llama under my bed that was going to eat me.

Anon

When i was little, my older brother told me that at night the monsters under my bed woke up, and that if i left my bed, they'd get me. so every night, id jump into my bed and i had to leave id climb down a plank of wood and jump out the door. i did this for like 2 years before my dad found out.

Kelly Dean

I would never get up at night to use the bathroom because I was convinced that a short fat man and a tall skinny man, who happened to be scientist,lived under my bed and when I got up they would try to give me a shot on my feet so needless to say I was a bed wetter for a long time and to this day I hate needles

Tricia, Lyle WA