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my daddy told me when i was real little that there were aligaters under my bed and that they would bite my feet if i got up at night so i never did for a long time and when it was time to potty train me i got spanked because i always wet the bed :(
I thought the boggie man only came when you were bad.
When I was ill, I was always frightened of him. It is only now as a grown up, I realise it was my mums way of keepingme in bed. Very sad.
I always thought that there was a monkey man under mah bed so I always used to take another person along with me at night!!!Coz 2 can overpower 1?!
I used to think that monsters would grab me from under the bed if I had one leg visible, but they would be afraid if both my legs were standing there together.
i was convinced dwarfs came from under my bed at night to play with my toys without permission. that made me mad just thinking of it.
when my brother was little, my sister and i told him that if he didnt wear socks to bed that this man would come and eat off his toes. he believed us and wouldnt sleep without socks on...for...a good like 5 months
I used 2 think that Jack and Holloween Town(from the movie "nightmare before christmas") lived under my bed then have a party under there when i was asleep but that was when i was about 5-6 years old. Now i'm 13 but i still like 2 think that that might be true
I use to believe from when i was a toddler, that every night whenever i'd sleep with either my parents or myself, that there'd be these weird skeleton things dancing around at the bottom of the bed in a ring around my bed.
I wasn't afraid of them or anything. I think I actually thought they'd either be protecting me or just..dancing for no reason.
I have no idea why i thought that until like..8 years ago or whatever.
when i was 5 my bed was just an ordanary bed. it wasnt the sligtest bit high. still, for some strange reason, i used 2 think it was higher than the highest cliff ever.
when i got out of bed in the morning i used to hang on to the edge as if i was about to die despite the fact my knees were almost touching the floor.
sometimes i did a dramatic reascue with me hanging off the edge and my teddies pulling me up just in time.
i woke up one morning to find one of my beloved teddies had fallen off my bed during the night. i was deeply sad and held a little funeral.
i was always a freaky child.
I believed that the monsters under my bed just wanted company. I was afraid that they'd grab my legs and drag me under to live with them if they got bored or unhappy, so I would always make sure to leave extra blanket hanging over the bed for them, and I'd talk to them a few times a week to dissuade them from kidnapping me.
When I was little I believed that Hulk Hogan lived under my bed and would kill me if I got up. I don't have any idea why I was afraid of him.
When I was little I used to belive that there where monsters under my bed. And that if you had five fingers then they would eat you but, if you didnt then they whould leave you alone. lol
I had a bed that was built into the wall and you had to use a ladder to get up to it. There was a whole play area under the bed, and I used to believe that when I turned the lights off to go to sleep, alligators would crawl around under it, waiting to bite off my toes if I hung them over the edge. I'm 21 now, and still get that feeling when I hang my feet over the side of the bed!
I had really long hair when I was young and I was terrified of it falling over the edge of the bed at night because the little mustard-coloured men who lived under my bed would climb up my hair and tie me down to the bed and stick pins in me. I had just read Gullivars Travels.
i used to think that there was a pumpkin man under my bed and he would eat my hair and people would make fun of me.
i used to believe that if you hid under your covers that monsters coudn't get you.... but you had to be absolutely sure that there was no way for him to get under the covers.. so i tucked my covers tightly around me... so tightly that sometimes i couldn't breathe, and i had to emerge for air... thinking back... it probably would have been safer to face the "monsters"
I watched "Are you afriad of the dark?" when i was about 6 or so and there was an episode about the sand man stealing children by grabbing their legs and pulling them under the bed... after that i refused to just step into and out of my bed at night... i had to jump from or land 2-3 feet away from my bed... otherwise he just might grab me.
There wasn't a monster under my bed. There was a little girl. I'd leap off and onto my bed so she couldn't grab me and eat me. Before I went to bed I talked to her and snuck her a cookie. Needless to say when we got our bunk bed and I sat behind my mother as they moved my old bed, she was mortified when she saw about a hundred old cookies laying in a clump. I still slept on the top bunk, knowing the little girl was still waiting, and whenever I got off the ladder I'd leap into the middle of my room.
I belived when i was asleep there where whroolpools on my carpet then whene i woke up thay would suck me in.
When my sis and I shared a room, we had bunk beds. I always refused to sleep on the bottom because I was convinced there were alligators living under there. It didn't help that my brother had a stuffed alligator, and would sometimes put it under there just to scare me.