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To this day(Im Now 15)i still can't go to sleep without curling up the end of the bed covers and hiding my feet in there because i've always beleived that there is a toe-eating monster under my bed that will eat my toes if they were not covered.! And when i feel the cold on my toes i think its the monster getting ready to eat them!!(My friends get real annoyed when i sleep over at theirs or they sleep over at mine!! Hehehe I Cant Help The Though!)

When I was about 4 years old, my mother told me somthing like "if your sunglasses gets broken, they can be fixed", meaning that if the glasses fell out of the frame it, one could just put them back again. I went out and started hitting my glasses with a rock... (My parents yelled at me just because i missunderstood.. BUHUU!)

When I was younger I had a mirror at the end of my bed on the wardrobe, at school someone told me that their sister's friend of a friend had been stood looking at the mirror reading the bible backwards at midnight and the devil appeared. This caused them to die of fright. So you can imagine that I was terrified of getting up in the middle of the night and looking in the mirror. And I couldnt watch The Candyman until a few years ago.

i belived one time that there was a spider under my bed, after i heard something rummaging through the papers. i ran from my bed, put my favourite teams football jersey on, and went back to bed in the thought that if im going to die, it best be in my teams colors.

I used to believe that the brackets that held up the mirror on the wall in my aunts bathroom were spiders. My cousin and I used to go in there to look at them and then run out screaming. We must have done this a thousand times.

when I was 4 years old,I am full of fear on bathing.My mother and my grandmother always told me if I wouldn't clean myself without crying,policemen would come and arrest me....

I used believe that everyone who had a TV had their own TV shows on every day,when i heard someone say did you see the benny hill show the other night i thought "that was on my TV too"..but i was kid.

I shared a bunk bed with my younger brother (who slept in the top bunk) and thought that gorillas had come into our room at night to get us. I would not make a sound when I woke in the middle of the night because I knew that they had already 'gotten' my brother and they were on the top bunk and under the bottom bunk, just waiting for me to get out of bed and go to the bathroom... so that they could get me too. I peed the bed more than once over that one!

I thought that there'd be a man or some kind of skeleton under the bed that took his arms around the bed from underneath and would grab me. So I tried to stay away from the edges of the bed. :)

Another thing I was afraid of was skeletons climbing on the house on the outside. And when I was stairing at the window and closed my eyes for a few seconds then they would climb past the window. I just didn't want to see them. ;)

I used to believe that an ugly witch lived under my bed, but she could only come out if it was dark AND i was out of bed. Needless to say, turning off the bedroom light at the switch by the door took a great effort of planning and execution. It involved a quick flick of the switch followed by an immense leap onto the bed (generally followed by the angry cry of an isate parent disturbed by the noise of a not-so-small person landing on the bed). I would lie awake in the dark thinking of the grasping talons of the witches bony fingers reaching out greedily from under my bed.

Until I was 9 or 10 years old, when I went into my room to sleep at night, I would run in and make a flying leap from the bedroom door onto my bed (I had a small room), because I thought if I walked in and let my feet get too close to the bed, something would grab me from underneath it.

I always thought a had some kind of creature under my bed and if I didn´t hurry when I was going up in my bed it would reach out and take my legs and drag my down! Because of that I always ran through my room and jumped into my bed from about 1 meter... I fooled it everytime!

When I was little I remember going to my parents friends house. I had to use the bathroom and so i went upstairs but when I went to walk into the bathroom I saw Spiderman sitting in the bath tub. I turned round and ran down the stairs but I never said to anyone. I`m still not entirely sure as to what it was but it was definately wearing a spiderman suit. I think about this alot still (20 years on)

I didn't have any fears of things hiding under the bed, until my next door neighbour (a few years older than me) told me that she had things called 'Mutton Jeffs' hiding under her bed, that would 'get you' if you even stepped on the floor, even in daytime. Whenever I went over to play at her house we had to jump from her bedroom doorway onto the bed, and stay there - using the furniture to climb around the room. She even showed me a mutilated doll - that she said the Mutton Jeffs had eaten. Then one day she said they had come to my house - they were under my bed, and my parents bed. I remember dreaming about them - they were invisible but had vivid green eyes that glowed in the dark, and I remember them chewing at my fingers, but thy were all numb, so it didn't hurt much (I guess I had slept on my arm and it had 'gone to sleep', so I was actually getting pins and needles), but ever since then I used to have recurring dreams about what they were doing, and found out that they couldn't get me if I sat on the magic carpet (a big rug in my parents room) which would rise into the air if they tried to get near me. Luckily, we moved house, so they couldn't come after me any more.

My Dad made my brother and I believe that he could eat the bubbles from our bubble bath. He used to scoop up huge armfuls and turn his back on us and make gobbling noises, and then turn back and they would be gone. We used to make him do it over and over - until we finally realised that he was just squishing them into his shirt...

When I was very young I watched Watership down, the cartoon film, and I was scared to death by it. So much so that I was convinced that the evil rabbits lived in the basement and any other room that wasdark in the house, I used to scream before entering and fling the doors open really hard to kill the evil bunnies. Suffice to say I didnt like to enter rooms on my own for a looooooooong time