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When I was about 6 years old, I got the idea that something resided under my bed. I never knew exactly what I thought it was, some kinda monster/ghost/zombie thing . . .
Anyway, I used to sleep with my hands under the pillow and I got it in my head that by doing so, I was exposing my hands to whatever it was under my bed. I trained myself to sleep with my hands by my side.

When I was very young I used to wonder what the little tin door was on the back of the house. It was, of course, the entrance to the crawl space, but it bewildered me for years.
There was so much mystery contained in this strange little door . . . what could it possibly lead to? One day, my curiousity got the best of me and I opend it up to take a peek. The first thing I was in this dark area, was a couple of very old, glass soft drink bottles.
That was enough for me, I immediatly assumed that a man lived down there and I should probably not invade his property. I stay a safe distance from that little doorway until I was at least 9 years old.

When I was growing up, our bathroom was connected to my parents bedroom. They would always have their closet door wide open. I could see closet open and was deathly afraid a huge creature would explode from it at any moment tearing me to pieces. I spent very little time in there.

My brother & I believed that monsters lived under our bed. I used to hate to get out of bed since I feared a monster would grab my legs before I got away from the bed!

When I was young, my mother told me that if I got too close the garbage men,they would throw me in the back of the truck with the trash. Don't know what she was trying to instill in me. Maybe not to talk to strangers. But to this day, I will walk accross the street if nearing a garbage truck picking up trash.

When i was about 6 / 7 my dad told me that there was a bloody hand living under my bed, so every time i was going to sleep, i would do a long jump onto my bed so that it couldn't catch me!

I used to believe when I was four that when my parents said,"make your bed" that they meant that I really had to make a duplicate of my bed. At first, I didn't know what to do. Then when my parents found me in my room with nails, a hammer,a saw, and wood trying to make my bed they had to explain that MAKING a bed means fixing the sheets not actually making one.

I use to believe that there was a secret door from the bedroom closet & my sister's closet And that was how my middle sister could always slip away with my oldest sister without me knowing.

I used to believe that under my bed there use to live small people and when I slept they used to take my stuff on my bed like (stuffed animals ect.)and play with them and when i woke up in the morning my stuff used to lie on the floor, and that used to frighten me alot, till today my feet are never open and my blankets never lie of the bed ever.

When I was 6 I believed I had demons under my bed so in order to not be afraid of them I appointed myself their Queen. I used to keep them in check by randomly ordering the beheading of one of them. I figured if one got killed for nothing at all the rest would be sure to stay in line. I usually ordered them around when I was on the toilet (My throne). There was one rebel, Jules, who I was afraid of because he used to look me in the eye. I was afraid he was starting a revolution so I had others spy on him. I didn't want to kill him, though, because he was far too fascinating.

If you look at the mirror in a bathroom at midnight, you can see what your boy friend looks like. So, I waited until midnight in the bathroom. The next morning, I was found on the bathroom floor!

Being Irish I was never sure if Saint Patrick had really and truly got rid of all the snakes as he was supposed to have done. So every night before I got into bed I had to check under the bed just in case there was one he'd overlooked!

As a child I was afraid to lie near the crack between my bed and the wall, because I believed that at night blind aligators climbed up and down the wall, but that they couldn't hurt you unless they felt you (since they were blind, I guess).

I had nothing to fear of under my bed. I slept in a bunk bed. But my parents bed was scary. They never moved it, not once in the twelve and a half years I lived with both of them... anyway.. I never stood too close. And if i had to I always stood on the bed and jumped into the hall to exit the room. I did that until the day I moved out when I was twelve..

I believed that monsters lived in my basement & came alive at night. In the house I lived in as a child, there was a door in my basement behind the radiator that I think led to some weird, unused little cubby-type space, but when I was little I thought that it led to another dimension where the monsters lived.

I used to believe that if I slept under my bed, the bad faeries couldn't get me, but if I slept on my bed they'd carry me away. I used to be so scared to even sit on my bed because of the bad faeries.


I also used to believe that if I threw something I didn't want onto my bed, the bad faeries would dispose of it for me.

I used to beleive that my parents had put cameras behind my mirrors so that they could catch me being naughty! lol i never got dressed in front of mirrors or did anything bad in front of them because i thought my parents would see!

This was only a one time belief....I was quite near sighted when I was young, and didn't keep my room very tidy. I woke up late one night, seeing white spots on the floor and ran and woke mom and told her someone had broken in, drank milk, vomitted on my floor, and hidden in the closet.

She walked me to my room, turned on my light, and told me to pick up my socks.