I used to think that if I was all tucked up in the covers, no one could hurt me. Like, if someone tried to stab me, it wouldn't reach me because of the covers. And I used ot think I was protected from ghosts. I always had the covers al the way to my neck, even in the sweltering heat!

Funnily enough, now I can't sleep with the cover off

Protected from ghosts

I used to belive that under my bed lived a spider family and when I got up at night I had to jump out of my bed because I used to belive that they would catch me.

Kathrin

I used to think there was a fox living under my bed. Every night I'd literally jump into my bed so the fox couldn't grab my feet and get me.

Emily

when i was little i used to belive that if i got to close to my bed at nite little garden nomes would come out from under my bed and shoot me in the ankle with an arrow.

Sara

i used to believe that there was a witch at the end of my bed, that would come out at night and try drag me away. since then i have not been able to sleep with my legs straight.

emma

I used to think that there were foxes under my bed, and that if you had a hand or foot hanging off the edge they would drag you under the bed and eat you. the only way to beat them was to jump off the end of the bed and make it out the door. I'm in my 20s now and I still don't sleep with any part of me hanging off the edge of my bed!

bewaretheevilfoxes

when i was younger, and was afraid of the dark, i thought that if right after i turned the light off, i didnt get on my bed quick enough, that a monster would nibble at my feet

krim krim

When I was young, I thought ninjas lived under my bed and whenever I walked on the floor, it would throw a ninja star at me and slice off my feet so I would have to use a wheelchair. For a few months I just jumped from the end of my bed into the hallway, but one day I had to get up but my legs were too sore to jump, so I had to walk on my floor and no ninjas came and then I wasn't scared

Anon

I thought as a kid that zombies were just blue people with raggedy clothes, long nails, and messy black hair. So when I'd be in bed laying down (at the point where your head bobs back and forth when you're tired) I thought the bobbing was my bed actually moving. So what I imagined was that Skeletons and Zombies would pick up my bed and carry it around the world while i slept. But, If I woke up that they would drop the bed and I would be back in my room. So I would pretend like i was asleep so they would still carry me. I wasn't afraid of zombies or skeletons as a kid so it was sort of fun to imagine. When my grandma would ask me how I slept every Saturday morning, I would tell her China and England were nice lol. She could never figure out what I was talking about and died never knowing.

Texas Guy

When I was younger I believed that there was a lion under the foot of my bed and if i stretched my feet out all the way it would attack my feet. I still sleep curled up.

Jill

My brother told me that a man was under my bed who would come out and get me if i got up in the middle of the night. I have never forgiven my brother for the stories he told me. He also told me potatoes were bread, but thats a compltely different story...

Anon

When I was little I read a scary story about a monster under the bed. I was convinced that the monster was real, so I still have residual habits. Such as hurrying across the room when I turn off the light, and trying to spend as little time as possible next to the bed in the dark. Also I sleep in the very middle of the bed. When I reread the story recently, I realized how utterly ridiculous it was, but that didn't change any of my habits.

Elaine

As a little kid,I was told that if I sleep with my leg stretched out,the wicked which who lives under my bed would reach out and grab my leg n pull me down.
The witch who lived under the tub would do the same if I bathed for too long.

To this day,I sleep curled up in bed n take short showers. I'm 25 now. Yes, I swear!

Mawjee

when i was younger,
i believed that at night, the yip-yip aliens from sesame street and scraggly hobos looked at me through my window that hung over my bed, something terrible lived behind my ceiling tall dollhouse, and numerous things ready to grab my legs lived under my bed.
But when i ran to my parents bed for protection i was sure they had turned into crazy zombie/escaped convicts. So i would stay at the edge of there bed petrified with fear.

Anon

I used to be afraid that E.T. was under my bed!

Mandie B.

I called the monsters under my bed "burglars" and it was a group of five men who were dressed in all black like ninjas. They only showed up at night, had to stay under the bed but could reach thier arms out to grab me if I walked by or dangled a leg or arm off. I also had to run and jump past my bed if I ever had to get up at night.
How I got over this fear? I stuffed so much stuff under my bed so that they couldn't possibly fit under there anymore.

tonybaloney

Ever read Roald Dahl's "Dirty Beasts"? As a kid I was terrified of Sting-a-Ling, the scorpion that hid in your bed and then stung you on the bum. I would lie there rigid waiting for the sting...!

Ripley

I used to believe Hitler lived under my bed! lol

Anon

I used to believe that there were spiders under my bed and if i went too close to my bed they would attack my feet. So i always did a run-up-and-jump onto my bed, its pretty funny when u think about it.

Dana ^_^