There are monsters living under your bed

I used to believe there was monster that lived under my bed. Thing was, it could only come out in the dark. So I would stretch out for the light switch, then jump straight into bed when I switched the light off.

when i was little i was afraid to let any part of my body or blankets hang over the side of the bed, thinking that something would grab it and drag it under the bed. i'm much older now, and i still won't dangle any part of my body over the side of the 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!

As a child I believed that any part of the body hanging over the edge of the bed was fair game for monsters. Even now as a 34 year old mother of two boys, I still won't let my arms or legs hang off of the bed.

I would believe that a monster was under my bed - and that if ANY part of my body hung over the side, even if it was as small as a little toe hanging over the side...it would bite it off! I would curl up in the middle of the bed. I even thought that if my blanket were hanging over the side, that the monster could pull the blanket and get a part of my body to hang off of the side of the bed - and then I would be history!

So, I would roll up in my covers, until I could barely breathe! Then, I would curl up in a ball, in the middle of my bed!

I used to believe that there were things in my room and something under my bed so i could never let my foot hang out of the covers. I used to think that as long as every single bit of flesh was covered in sheets (except my face) then they couldn't get me.

I used to have a monster sleeping under my bed. He was green and had spikes on his head and if you let your toes ahng off the edge he would eat them. I used to have to make a flying leap for the door if I wanted to get up at nite and the only place safe was sleeping on the floor at the foot of mum and dads bed with blink and blank, my rugs. There was never a monster under their bed.

I used to believe that there were monsters that lived under my bed. they were brown and looked like Grover from Seasame Street. I was so scared that I would run and jump on to the bed so they wouldn't grab me. Some nights I would not even get up to go to the bathroom because I was afraid they would get me. Sometimes I didn't flush the tiolet so that way if they came to get me my parents would hear my screams

I believed that after the lights were turned out there were monsters under my bed. None of the bedding could hang over the side of the bed because the monsters could grab hold and climb up into my bed. And if I got up in the middle of the night, when I went back to bed I would take a flying leap to get into the bed before the monsters could grab me (I was never awake enough to worry about it on the way to the bathroom).

When I was young, my mom would tell me, "If you don't keep your arms & legs under the covers all night long, there are monsters/gobblins that will grab them!!"

Now at 62, even tho I've known this is all bull since I was 5 or 6 years old and what mom did was to keep me covered and warm at night, I still think about it should I wake in the middle of the night and one of my arms/hands is hanging off the bed!! ;-))

When I was young, when it was dark, I used to believe there were monsters under my bed so I used to jump on my bed really quick, never hang my legs over the side and never look under the bed because I thought the monsters would grab you aqnd pull you under!

I used to believe that as soon as I closed my eyes in bed at night monsters and other crippy things came to attack me. And as long as I keep my eyes cloesd and stay under the covers I'm safe. Till this I don't close my eyes untill I'm fully tucked in. Just in case...

I believed, like lots of little kids, that there were monsters under the bed. I also had to turn out the light and then jump for the bed. Somehow, I determined that the monsters could only reach out two or three feet, so I would make my nightly mighty leap onto the bed so I would be safe. I also believed that it was extremely important not to let any body part hang over the edge of the bed... a hand, foot or whatever. The monsters would definitely be able to grab the overhanging parts, but I was safe on the top.

When I was young, I just knew that there was some sort of monster under my bed. I am not sure what sort of beasty it was but I KNOW that it was there. I could not sleep if my feet or arms hung over the sides of the bed. If I did, 'it' would get me. Even now, decades later, I cannot bring myself to drop an arm over the side of the bed... just in case.

I use to believe that monsters lived under my bed. If I put a foot down they would grab it... what else would happen I don't know.... so I would have to jump from the edge of my bed to the throw rug by the door.... They were only there at night. So if I had to go to the bathroom it was a real adventure.

I too had the belief that monsters would come to get me while i was sleeping but if i hid under my blanket, they wouldnt see me. But then i realised they could see the hump that was me. From then on out i imagined that the monsters were really dumb and didnt comprehend that.