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When i was young, i used to believ all the wrinkles in the bed sheet were snakes and if i stuck my foot out at night i would get bitten and die and i thought the big wrinkles were monsters.
i always slept curled up in a ball untill my mom told me there wasnt anything there.
I used to believe that if anybody part wasn't under the covers at night the baby dolls in my closet would come and chop them off. So as you can probably tell what it was like during the summer...
My sister used to think that there were two people hiding under her bed, one had really short arms and would try to grab her from the sides of her bed, the other had super long arms but not long enough to grab her from the top and bottom of her bed. As long as she slept right in the middle of her bed, everything would be fine.
When I was little I believed that there was someone with a knife always under my bed. If I were to sleep without the covers over me then he could get out from under my bed and kill me, but if I had the covers on, it was like a metal shield and he wouldn't be able to kill me. I still to this day will not sleep without covers!
All my life i used to believe that if i didnt jump onto my bed a skeleton or a gremlin would reach out from under my bed and grab my leg and drag me underneath and pull me into another world.
I used to believe that the little kid from "Pet Cemetary" and the real killer (The one dad) from "I know what you did last summer" were under my bed and if I put my feet on the floor too close to the bed when I would get up, the kid would cut the tendon (Or whatever you call it) in my heel just like in the movie and the "I know what you did last summer" killer would pull me under and chop me into little bits.
i used to think there was a portal to another demention under my bed becase when i put stuff under my bed they wouldnt be there tommarow.
then i found out it was my do taking and moving the stuff to our laundry room (i wasnt alowed there at the time)
I used to be scared of the mano peluda/ the hairy hand. My grandma would say that if we were bad that the "mano peluda" would grab us from under the bed. She used to scrape the wall with her toe nails and say that it was the "mano peluda" coming to get us.
I used to believe that there was an alligator living under my bed
When I was 4 or 5 I believed that after I had been tucked into bed, there was a skeleton stretched across my bed. I'd be too afraid to actually look to see. Some nights I would have nightmares that it was there and a teacher would point out all the bones and teach the names of the bones.
I used to think there was a big white eye living in the corner of my bedroom that would watch me all night & if I looked at it, it would wake up & look right at me. I had the 'I can' see you, you can't see me' rule applying...hide under the covers (even though I could barely breath) & try to fall asleep.
Up until I was age nine, I was afraid that a giant pair of eyeballs the size of my doorway would attack me at night, and that if I were to get squeezed between them, then I would be transported to an alternate sub-dimension, along with a few of my friends, where we all wore Link's costume from The Legend of Zelda; only, for some reason, without the skirt part.
Up until I was about age eight, I was insanely afraid of a pair of enormous feet the size of the bed itself would come out and smother me . . . for some reason, they had nice, well manicured, red-painted toenails.
when i was about 5 i thought there was a monster under my bed.i 'fed' him a sock every day so that he dosent't eat me.when i only had one sock from each pair my mother started wondering. she looked under my bed and found them.
When I was younger I used to believe that at night alligators swam through the carpet as they do water. If I slept with a limb hanging over the bed, I thought it would be bitten off. To this day I cant sleep with an arm or foot dangling over my bed.
I used to think that if I covered my head up while I was sleeping whatever bad things that were out there couldn't get me. Once I slpet in curlers, so I was convinced that they wouldn't recognize me.
When I was little I used to believe there were cats under my bed and if I got up durring the night they'd get me.
I used to believe that midnight was the time when the monsters came out.n As a budding insomniac and avid under-the covers (with a flashlight) sci-fi reader, my idea of a monster was somewhere between a vampire and an alien. I used to sleep with my head at the foot of the bed so they wouldn't bite my neck or abduct me.
I believed that if I let my arms or legs hang off the bed when I was sleeping, someone under the be would chop them off -- only the offending, hanging off part though, not the entire limb - the cut would be even with the bedside.
I used to believe when I was 4-5 that etheopians lived under my bed and if i just kept feeding then they would not come out and eat my legs when I got up in the middle of the night. This believe came to an abrupt stop when my mother came to clean under my bed and saw all of the left over rotten food......