I used to believe that if robbers or kidnappers would break into the house, they would hide out under my bed. So if I had to use the bathroom during the night, I would stand in the middle of my room and jump to my bed. (I never thought about getting out of bed quickly.) I did this until I found out that one of my grandparents' neighbors did this, too, when he hit the bedpost in the middle of the night and was rushed to the ER for stitches.

Erika

I used to believe that as long as every part of me was covered in bed, I would be safe from whatever was hiding under the bed that would try to reach out and grab me. When this wasn't feasible, I made up amended rules like that as long as part of me was touching my blankie or even if any part of me had ever touched my blankie I would be safe. I lived in mortal fear of my foot being grabbed if it was out from under my covers!

Litiotti

When I was little (5....maybe 6.....) I used to believe that, within darkness under my bed, an evil old woman lived. Every night I had to avoid facing the edge of the bed or she would appear and (of all things) eat my face. I believed firmly that her motive for doing this was that she was jealous because I was younger and prettier than her and wanted to hurt me because of it. To protect myself from her, my favourite stuffed dog always 'slept' infront of me, not because he had any special protective powers, but so that, should the woman appear, she wouldn't see me.
I remember her face vividly in my over active imagination. She has a deathly pale, wrinkled, slightly swollen face and blind eyes. Her white hair is matted and dusty and she has row upon row of razor sharp teeth.
Weirdly I recently discussed this with my twin sister and, despite the fact that we never discussed the woman, we both believed that she existed. Rather scarily, we both imagined her in the same way and doing the same thing.....sometimes I wonder if there is/was a woman under my bed.......

Paranoid British Kid.

My back of my bed had buttons which I thought when I had a nightmare that I could "change" the channel on the dream.

Sonia

When I was little I believed that when it grew dark, monsters would appear under my bed. I would always check that my bed was pushed right up against the wall so that no monsters could crawl up the wall and eat me while I slept, and I would always jump very quickly onto my bed, so that they couldn't grab my ankles, and dive under the covers at bedtime.

woah-its dark in here.

When i was younger i used to believe there was a gremlin that lived under my bed and if i hung my feet over the edge in the morning he would grab me and pull me under the bed and turn me into a gremlin. I also used to believe that if i left my feet uncovered in bed the gremlin would tickle them befoe cutting my toes off while i was asleep... i still have the habit of tucking the duvet over and under my feet to make sure they are 'protected'

nattie

I was a disturbing child sometimes, i was cmpletely conviced a man was under my bed wit a HUGE knife and if I lied on my back he would stick it through my matress and, well... ya know, stab me... my bed was up against a wall so i would sleep on my side right up against the wall so his knife would be more likely to miss me...

Mary

My stuffed animals would often fall of of my bed, and roll beneath. I'd always retrieve my stuffed animals in the morning because I believe that, if I didn't, they'd come out later and seek revenge...

[_[ I still don't like to leave stuffed animals beneath my bed...

Anera

i saw this documentry about a lady who was scared of getting in her bed because when she was little her brother grabbed her ankle as she walked past her bed.
im still scared to look under my bed.

FREAK!!!

I used to believe that there was some sort of monster living under my bed and that he would go out only at night. I used to throw lots of pillows under my bed so it would stay there and its big purple hand would not come out to pick me. This lasted until I was 20 years old!!!!!!

Anon

a giant spider lived under my bed and when my grandmother was asleep he would creep up to the foot of our bed. i could see his eyes watching me and he was going to reach out and touch me on the foot. i could not scream or move. finally i could move a little finger. then i was able to move, but the fear would go away..

babe

When i was about 4 or 5 i had watched the movie "Peter Pan" for the first time ever. I was very scared of the alligator in that movie. and i had nightmares that it would eat me instead of captainhook....after having that dream for the 2nd time i started believing that the alligator lived under my bed and that when i would go 2 get on my bed i had to jump to keep the alligator from grabbing one of my legs. I also thought that when the lights were off he could get me even easier so i never slept with my arms hanging off the side of my bed and would sleep right next to the wall. I beleivedthisfor about 3 years & i finally figured out that ther were no alligators under my bed.

ariel

When I was younger, I used to think there was an alligator under my bed, but was nocturnal. I was a messy kid, and my bedroom was always cluttered.. so there was plenty of junk under there. If I ever needed anything and couldn't find it, I made sure to look under my bed during the DAY- a sunshiny day- or the alligator might think it's night and wake up and eat me. Also like any other kid with some sort of monster under the bed- I made sure to keep all limbs from hanging off the edge of the bed... or else I'd wake up the next morning without it.

Chelsea

when i was little, like 6 or 7 i used to watch the show Are You Afraid of the Dark and i remember one time there was an episode where a kid was standing right near his bed and he got dragged under into a new scary world, so i would always get a running start to jump onto my bed from afar. and i would be sure not to sleep with either my arms or legs hanging off the edge so the monster couldnt reach up and grab them.

tommy

When I was about 4 yrs old I thought that if I was to hang my arms or legs off the edge of the bed when I slept, an aligator would bit them off.

Jimmy

When I was seven, I used to think that, if I ran from the door which was next to my light switch and jumped on top of my bed as quickly as possible, then the monsters that lived under the bed wouldn't be able to get me. I had to make sure I ran fast as soon as I turned off the light because the monsters would only come out if it was dark. So I could be sure that running fast + jumping on bed = beating the dark and thwarting any dumb ol' monsters!

Diana Granger-Taylor

I used to think that my bed had wierd polar bear type monsters underneath so when I went to bed I would try to hear them plotting wierd schemes on me now I am 11 and under my bed is filled with junk... no polar bears.

Mary

I used to be terrified of the crocodiles that i thought lived under my bed in the dark - I used to hate it if I had to get up in the night in case they managed to bite my feet off!

mj

I used to pile every stuffed toy I could fit, under my covers when I was little. If I couldn't fit them under the covers, then I would find blankets or even kleenex if thats all i had, and cover them so they were safe from whatever monsters there were. I had this HUGE mound of them at the foot of my bed so that I could not hardly fit in the bed myself.

Krista

I used to think there was a goblin under my bed that would get me if I came to close, so I had to jump onto my bed without getting to close. It was fun.

I also used to think that there was a vampire under my bed. I had an active imagination (and still do), so I thought he would make his teeth grow, like in the old movies, and they would go though the entire bed and go through my arm and kill me.

I was a weird kid.

Cassi