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I used to believe that there were monsters under my bed and in my closet. The monsters under the bed were bad monsters who would get me but the monsters in my closet were good and would protect me from the bed monsters so I always had to have the closet door open when I went to bed.
As many kids, I believed that monsters lived under my bed. But since they never came out, I figured that God had put a force-feild under my bed and that they could not escape, so I sometimes taunted them by putting my hands down just next to my 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!
When I was a kid I used to believe in the monsters under my bed. I thought I would be smarter than them and place my bed directly on the floor. I still have my bed that way at 24.
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
When I was little I was convinced there was a monster under my bed. If I stepped down by my bed, then the monster would grab me, and that would be the end of me! Well, to avoid this, I kept a board by my bed, and when I had to get out of bed at night, I would set it up like a ramp so that I could climb out of bed without being next to the bed. This didn't last long, because I stole the board out of my daddy's shed, and he needed it for something.... but for a short while, I had protected myself!
My brother told me that if I slept with my feet uncovered the boogie man would come and take you away. I still can't sleep without a blanket over my feet no matter how hot it is
i used to believe that a purple dragon named Bob lived under my bed so every night i would put my sisters baby dolls under my bed as sacrifices to the purple dragon
When I was about 4/5, I used to believe that there were crocodiles living under my bed, and the only way I would be safe from them eating my feet would be if I was wearing odd socks. I would scream if my parents tried to put matching socks on me at night but I don't remember them ever asking me why....
When I was about four, I was terrified of the monsters that I thought lived under my bed. Luckily, my dad told me he "didn't allow monsters in the house." I believed him, and never had a problem with monsters again.
I thought there was a monster under my bed. Typical. My belief was that when I got out of bed, if I didn't get far enough away from the bed, they or it could reach out and grab my feet or ankles and "get me". So, this led to me getting up and leaping as far as I could out into the middle of the room in order to be safe. The mornings weren't so bad, but getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom was a cause for much stress. I also took a running start to leap and get in to bed lest I get seized then as well. I had a very active imagination.
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 little, my parents would tell me that if I didn't comb my hair before I went to bed, the knot monster would come and mess up my hair even more in my sleep. The knot monster use to be a half shark, half walrus type figure who use to come out from the back of my bed-head.
I believed in the "monster under the bed" for too many years. In fact, I quit jumping into the bed from the doorway when my husband wasn't in it after I had kids. I didn't want to scare them and make them weird! In fact, I think I still believe, a little bit, that they are still there. I'm 63 now.
Mom of 7, Grandma to 5
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.
When I was young, my brother convinced me that monsters lived under my bed. To this day, I cannot sleep if a part of my body is over the edge of the mattress as the monster living under my bed will grab that part and pull me under...I'm married with children.
i used to believe if i turned out the light before i went to bed a monster would come from under my bed and eat me. i slept with the lights on for 2 years until my bulb burned out.
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 used to believe that there was a monster under my bed and so i never went to bed without checking. I didn't stop doin this until my mum told me it wasn't true and she didn't tell me this until i fell outta bed and cracked my head open!
When I was younger I had a loft bed and bolew there was almost like a tent with windows. This tent alone scared the crap out of me but then at night when I was climbing up or down the ladder I would be exteremly careful to get down quickly and not put my foot on the rung with the window behind because then monsters would find me and eat me