at home

It's not technically under my bed but when I was 4 or 5 we lived in a guest house. I was always listening to my parents conversations, and they always seemed to be talking about the 'punters'. I believed the punters were evil people with a leader called Captain Hook who stole little children from their beds in the night. I stayed really still when I heard my heartbeat when I was in bed because I believed it was the punters climbing up a ladder to my window to kidnap me!

After watching an advert on telly for a bathroom cleaner when i was younger, i believed that each house had a certain amount of water to it, and that if you used too much it would run out and the sink would fill with green gunge. To this day i always make sure the taps are turned off properly!

I used to believe that there were two men who lived under my bed who wanted to kidnap me. I thought they would only come to get me when I walked near my bed, or had my shirt over my eyes(taking on or off a t-shirt). As a result, I always ran and jumped onto my bed from as far away as I could get, and changed very quickly.

I used to think that there was a monster with a knife under my bed and if I ever slept on my back he would pop up and hurt me with his knife. I don't know how I ever thought up of that.

i was just little when my mum told me if i got out of bed at night the spiders under the bed would come and eat my face even now i check under the bed to make sure there is nothing there

me and my friend both believed this when we were growing up together. we believed that a big rock that was in our backyard actually was a big gold nugget with rock over it. we spent a long time chipping the rock trying to get to the gold. my father just let us figuring it gave us somthing to do.

When I was six and my sister was four, I told her that the water heater in our basement was an evil robot in bondage, and it hated her. I took her down to the basement, and held her in front of the water heater. It gurgled, as water heaters do. I said, "Listen to it - it hates you so much, it's making mad noises. Look what's holding it in place - nothing more than duct tape. Soon it will become furious and tear the tape loose, and come for you!". My sister ran screaming from the basement and hid in her bedroom closet, afraid to come out. She peed on herself, and only came out hours later.

Now my sister is an executive, and she makes seven times as much money a year as I do.

I had a very vivid imagination as a child. I used to see things.

Every night I would see giant crabs running around on my floor. I was terrified of them. So I would trhow down little wads of tissue that would turn into little people who would fight with the crabs to protect me. I actually would see these tissues move all over the room. Sometimes my tissue people would be grabbed by a crab and carried away under the dresser to whatever fate lied in store for them. Other tissue people would try to save the their friend. Sometimes I would throw down some more little tissue people for reinforcements. I was terrified for my feet to touch the floor or anything to hang over the bed because the crabs would get me. Eventually the tissue people became the characters from Gilligans Island and the crabs were rampant on the beach(my floor).

I did get over the whole crab thing, but not until the common "vampire" scare many kids have. The difference is that in the dark, I actually saw my tormentor. A beautiful younish girl who would stand at my window facing away from me until I stared at her, then she would turn around and show me her huge fangs. I would cover myself completely except for a tiny hole to breath from. I think I preferred the crabs...

When I was around 4 or 5, I liked to peel the paint off of the walls. My mom told me that paint had lead in it, and I could get lead poisoning if I kept at it. I believed her until I was 14. I was afraid to touch the walls!

When I tried to go to sleep, my eyelashes would rub against my pillows and make a slight scratching noise. I thought it was a small ant army going after me on my pillow. o.O

When I was younger I had my bed against the wall (at the side of the bed) with the rest of my room to the other side.
Being scared of the dark at the time, I used to sleep facing the wall just incase I woke up in the night and would be confronted by some 'thing' in the other side of my room...this became a slight habbit and still face the same wall when I sleep.

when i was little i saw this cartoon about these evil weasels and thought they were real and lived under my bed and if i got up during the night they would bite me

I used to think that when people moved, they switched houses and their belongings. I got scared when we had to move because I thought someone else would get all of my stuff.

i used to beleive that everythime i came out of my bedroom, which is just beside the bathroom, to go downstairs, that cheetas or lions would dive out the toilet to come and eat me so everytime i had to go down the stairs i would absolutly bolt it... i can't remember how many times i went flying!!

i believe in the boogie man and jason x and freddy krugar and all that scary stuff i get scared when ever i hear a noise @ 12 o clock at night under my bed and my door always opens

when i was little i used to believe that there were borrowers under my floor boards because stuff used to go missing, and i had seen the borrowers.I used to lay on my floor and try to speak to the borrrowers.They were sooooo cute !!!!!

i always slept on the top bunk of our bunkbed when i wuz little, so i used to believe that there were little goblins underneath the bed. so i always hurried up the ladder as fast as i could and hurried under the covers before they could grab my feet and pull me under.

Remember the Mr. Clean commercial where the woman mops the floor and then the Mr. Clean guy appears? I thought he was actually living in my kitchen floor, and I was always very careful when I walked around and if I was wearing a skirt I wrapped it around tightly so he couldn't look up it. I was scared to death of him but I always pressured my mom to buy the stuff so I could see if it was real.