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When i was young, i used to believ all the wrinkles in the bed sheet were snakes and if i stuck my foot out at night i would get bitten and die and i thought the big wrinkles were monsters.
i always slept curled up in a ball untill my mom told me there wasnt anything there.

when we were very young, my brother believed a ferocious bear lived in his closet. he was terrified to go to sleep in his room at night. one night, our father went upstairs and made a lot of noise in my brother's room, came downstairs, and told us that he and the bear had a fight, and the bear left. my brother never had bear problems after that.

i used to think no one could see me if i went behind the tv, so that's where i would eat the food i snuck from the kitchen and play with the toys i took from my brother

I used to believe that if anybody part wasn't under the covers at night the baby dolls in my closet would come and chop them off. So as you can probably tell what it was like during the summer...

My sister used to think that there were two people hiding under her bed, one had really short arms and would try to grab her from the sides of her bed, the other had super long arms but not long enough to grab her from the top and bottom of her bed. As long as she slept right in the middle of her bed, everything would be fine.

When I was little I believed that there was someone with a knife always under my bed. If I were to sleep without the covers over me then he could get out from under my bed and kill me, but if I had the covers on, it was like a metal shield and he wouldn't be able to kill me. I still to this day will not sleep without covers!

When I was little I used to be scared that monsters would come out from under my bed. It all started after watching the movie, 'Little Monsters'. My mum was surprised I didn't try sawing the legs off all the beds!

All my life i used to believe that if i didnt jump onto my bed a skeleton or a gremlin would reach out from under my bed and grab my leg and drag me underneath and pull me into another world.

When I was little, my mom told me that if I looked in a mirror at night, a witch would come from the mirror and take me.

To this day, I still don't look in a mirrow at night

I used to think there was a secret bathroom in my closet. I would always knock on the wall to see if I could find the door. I truly believed this until i was about 8, when we moved to a different house. I even had dreams where I found it!

When I was about 7 years old, I thought that there were goldfish in the tub watching me. I always had bubble baths so I couldn't "see" them, but I thought the see-through bubbles were fish eyes and the large ones were piranha eyes. I was frightened of bubble baths for 3 years.

I used to believe that the little kid from "Pet Cemetary" and the real killer (The one dad) from "I know what you did last summer" were under my bed and if I put my feet on the floor too close to the bed when I would get up, the kid would cut the tendon (Or whatever you call it) in my heel just like in the movie and the "I know what you did last summer" killer would pull me under and chop me into little bits.

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you know how when water goes down the drain it makes kind of a tornado looking thing in the water right above th drain? well when i was younger i used to think that when it did that it meant that we were going to have a tornado soon. so i used to sit in the bath while the water was draining and swish the water around a lot so it wouldn't look like that when it was going down.

i used to think there was a portal to another demention under my bed becase when i put stuff under my bed they wouldnt be there tommarow.

then i found out it was my do taking and moving the stuff to our laundry room (i wasnt alowed there at the time)

In the apartments where we lived when I was little the drain was kind of slow I guess and the bottom of the tub would fill up with a couple of inches of dirty soapy water. I would stand as far away from the deeper end of the tub as possible because I thought evil fairies riding fish would come up through the drain and bite me and poke me with little sticks and things.

I used to be scared of the mano peluda/ the hairy hand. My grandma would say that if we were bad that the "mano peluda" would grab us from under the bed. She used to scrape the wall with her toe nails and say that it was the "mano peluda" coming to get us.

When I was a kid, I used to be fascinated by secret passages. I heard stories of how you could press a button, or pull a book and this wall would open or slide to the side revealing this awesome secret passage. Before my closed was carpeted, there was this floorboard that looked like you could press it. I spent a few days coming up with elaborate plans (with friends) about how we could get into this secret passage. Imagine the disappointment when nothing happened after all our hard work.

I thought there was a monster under my bed. Typical. My belief was that when I got out of bed, if I didn't get far enough away from the bed, they or it could reach out and grab my feet or ankles and "get me". So, this led to me getting up and leaping as far as I could out into the middle of the room in order to be safe. The mornings weren't so bad, but getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom was a cause for much stress. I also took a running start to leap and get in to bed lest I get seized then as well. I had a very active imagination.