under my bed
I used to believe in monsters under the bed, for watching horror movies
when I was child I used to belive monsters hid bwhind curtainds and I was really scared.
When I was younger, i used to believe a vampire was hiden under my bed and when i slept the night, he stalked me and he want to bite me.
when I was younger,I used to believe my toys would attack me when I was sleeping so I locked them in a box at night.
When I was kid, I used to believe my toys were real, and , when I was out, they used to talk together.
I used to believe that my legs and my arms would be cut off from a monster if i forgot them over bed borders while i slept
Once when I was taking a nap with my back to the room, and facing the wall, I felt someone splinch me on the back. I woke up with a start and turned over and my sister was in the doorway of the room, but too far away to have touched me. She swore she had not done it, but ever after that I NEVER sleep with my back to the room, if the bed is up against the wall.
when l was litlle7yearsl was scared to look under the bed because l believed that a ghost was there.
I used to believe there was a monster under my bed that would eat me in my sleep,
When I was little, I read too much narnia and a friend of mine lied to me and told me that we were from narnia so I thought I should go there. I decided narnia was under my bed so I crawled under there and thought that if I crawled against the wall long enough, I would pop into narnia. It never worked :(
When I was litlle, eleven years down, I was afraid of almost everything, but particularly my biggest fear was the monster I imagined living under my bed.
I imagined that if you put your foot of the deck he would hold me and eat my foot, then in a heat of 40º I would be hidden in the covers scared to death. In my imagination and it would have human form, red eyes, huge nails, crease hand and a scary- looking that even today I can not imagine in detail.
i used to believe that under my bed there was a witch who wanted to catch my feet to pull me in her world.
When I was a kid, I used to sleep with my feet off the bed and my father scared me saying that the dead would pull my feet at night.
When I was a kid, I did not sleep with your feet out of bed, because a monster would grab my feet.
When I was a child and played with my sister we used to believe that the toys could talk when we weren't watching
When I was about 5, there was a commercial for a program about undersea life that often aired when I was watching. It showed a big, red octopus that both terrified and fascinated me. Somehow, I became convinced that the octopus lived in my bed and that sleeping curled up in a little ball was the only way I could prevent the octopus from eating my feet.
When I was 4/6 I used to always just leave my stuffed animals around my bed, and at night when I tried to go to sleep I would try really hard to not look beside or under my bed. If I did look under my bed (remember I always left my stuffed animals there) I would imagine that their eyes were glowing red and I would keep expecting them to jump at me, I was the kind of kid that believed in lots of stuff
I never used to believe in monsters however i believe that all these kids that believe in monsters under the bed are telling the truth as why do they all report the same occurence a monster that will grab their feet or arms its gotta be more than coincidense also i actually saw the monster under my bed and i have an excellent ability to recall in detail events that happened to me when i was younger than 4 anyways i looked under the bed and saw a dark shape sort of furry but had brilliant white eyes and a large cheshire cat grin whith white teeth just lying under the bed grinning at me strangely i wasnt too afraid i also saw small figures standing on the windowsill behind the curtain and i can recall everything down to the placement of furniture and the colour of the walls and to this day and im 21 i still run and jump into bed and tuck the blanket under my body even though i cant rationalise it i get a real feeling of terror and of being watched every night
i used to believe that a witch lives under my bed, and i didn't want to go to the toilette
When I was little, I went to my grandma's house a lot. One day, my smaller cousin was there visiting too. He wanted to play with my toys but I told him no, and he started to cry. My grandmother sent me to her room to think about my actions. I was playing there with a small toy car, then it went under the bed. I reached for it and pulled out my grandma's dentures instead. I threw it across the room in fright and some teeth fell off. I started crying because I thought if I broke even some off, she couldn't use them anymore, and she would starve and die.