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I saw a heartwarming movie about a kid and wolves, but because I was deaf I misunderstood it, thought it was terrifying, and thought wolves lived under my bed and would eat my feet if I got out of bed at night. My mom gave my windex to spray as wolf repeller, which seemed to work pretty well. Nearly 30 years and still no wolves under the bed.
When I was little an uncle told me that lots of little men with razor sharp teeth and long pointy fingernails lived under my bed and would get me if I got out of bed at night. I was so scared I spent most of my childhood jumping from my bed to my door to go to the bathroom at night and then running and leaping from my door back into bed.
It took my mom years to figure out why she always heard thumping from my room at night. It was me jumping in and out of bed.
I never used to get out of bed as a kid. This was because I though there was a monster under there and if I got out they'd know I was there because somehow they didn't and that they'd drag me under my bed. I also used to stay very still.
My brother told me that if my feet were uncovered at night somone or something would come and chop them off. To this day I hate it when my feet are not covered by a blanket at night.
When I was younger I had a trundle bed that had a second pull out bed below it. I was convinced that the Grinch lived in the extra bed and if I hung my hand or foot off the bed while I was asleep he would pull me under.
The Grinch wasn't just going to steal Christmas, he was going to steal me too.
A babysitter once told me that once I was in bed I had to have the covers cover every inch of me, because at 9pm the skin monster would come and eat anything that was exposed. I did this until I was 12. And habitually, still do it.
When I was little I thought the "monsters under my bed" were playful but soon I found out that the so called "monsters" were evil and for years I saw glowing red "eyes" in my closet.
I used to believe that there is something strange under every bed.and it can catch or eat your body
outside the quilt
My brother and I had bunkbeds pushed against the wall. I used to believe if I piled all of my stuffed animals on the open side of the bed they would protect me from any monsters or "bad men" that would try to get me during the night.
When I was 5 or 6 I used to think bees lived in the corners of my bedroom and would sting me when my lights went out. I would scan each corner over and over before finally falling asleep with the light still on.
I believed the only way to protect myself from the alligator under my bed, was to wrap my feet in my baby blanket. I did that every night. Wrapped my feet in the blanket - then slid under the sheets. I couldn't sleep unless I did that!
I used to believe not only that a scary monster/dude lived under my bed, but that one lived behind my headboard too. I had to run/jump to get into bed and then it was a race against time to get my entire body covered up, including my head and get the covers/blankets all tucked under me---under toes, legs, arms, and head. It didn't matter that I was roasting in those blankets...I was "safe."
When I was a child I used to believe that when I turned the lights off before going to bed I needed to rush to go to bed before being caught by a monster.
My brother used to believe that if he didn't fall asleep by 12 o'clock, a vampire would come up from under his bed and bite him. The bite would give him nightmares that night.
When I was about 6 I used to believe there were crocodiles living under my bed. My dad used to pretend to drag them out and flush them down the toliet, I wouldn't sleep until he'd supposably got rid of them all.
I used to be scared of monster under the bed so i used to believe if i put at least three stuffed animals on each side of me the monster would tire of grabbing toys and leave me alone.
When I was little my big brother told me our dad could read minds, because every time I cleaned my room I would shove things under my bed and my dad would always say "Did you clean under your bed?" I was kinda freaked out
When I was young I used to take a run a leap into bed because if I stepped I thought a hand would grab me and after watching a creepy film..... I thought a ghostly
rotten hand would grab my foot and a ghoulish monster would haul its self
up and attack me!! And when I watch horror films now I do it....
I used to believe there was a little old lady who lived under my bed and would nibble at my ear every night. Being one of the 4 girls out of my 11 cousins, the boys would pick on me; they made me truly believe this little old woman lived under my bed and I was absolutely terrified of her.
When I was little I had a very vivid imagination. I used to think that there was a little dwarf who lived near my nightlight, a strange witch couple who lived in my closet, a three headed dog and mice who lived under my bed. It made for sleep being quite difficult.