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When I was about 6 my stepmom told me that if I held my head under the bed sheets for more than 10 seconds I would suffocate and die. Needless to say when my siblings and I played and they put my head under anything I would scream with fear. I still don't like my head to be covered with anything to this day, I am 31!
I always had to sleep with my feet under the covers or else speed racer would drive over them.
I used to jump into and out of bed because I thought that there were people waiting there that would chop off my toes and sell them.
When I was small our hot water was heated by the coalfire. In the evening you could hear the rumblings from the water tank... I used to think that this noise was Wee Willie Winkie coming to check that if I was in bed yet - I ran to my room!
From the age 4-7 years I believed a witch lived under my bed. So every night I would get in starting position by my light switch, flick the light off; then proceed to run as fast as I could and launch myself onto my bed so the 'witch' wouldn't grab me and put me in a potion. There were several times when I'd trip over a toy and land flat on my face on the way to my bed. Once I even jumped too early and missed the bed altogether, landing flat out on my stomache!
So when i was maybe 5 or 6, i had this massive mess under my bed... and i was firmly convinced that there was a secret entrance under there somewhere that would take me to the land of the "little people" (a belief not helped by a winnie-the-pooh episode with much the same plot!). i dreamed constantly at night about going there and living among the little people and having a delightful time, and i somehow percieved the dreams to be actual nighttime visits. i thought the reason i couldn't get there when i tried during the day was because the little people hid the entrance. needless to say, i was heartbroken when i turned 7 and discovered i was too big to fit under the bed.
I used to think that there were 3 mini burglars under my bed that looked like golem with Zorro outfits. They were up to no good and were evil. It took 10 min's of trying to jump as far as poss away from the bed to the door to get my Mum to rescue me. Funny enough she could never see them.
When I was 5-9 I used to think that if you were in bed at night and you got out of bed a wolf would come and eat your legs. You were only safe once you got out of your room. It was actually pretty creepy cuz my room was always dark so you couldnt see the floor-just darkness. So if I had to go to the bathroom at night, I would gather up my courage and make a dash for the door, trying to touch the floor as little as possible. (Sometimes I would wait over 30 mins in bed to get the courage to get out.
When i was small 'bout 5 or 6 I alway's
slept in the middle of the bed because I thought if I got to close to the edge
the monsters would take me down with them and i'll turn into a monster!!! CRAZY!!!
When I was young, I was terrified of JAWS. I used to think that when I was in bed, if my leg or arm was hanging off the side, JAWS would jump out of the ocean drag me into the water and eat me. I lived in Philadelphia at the time.
i used to believe there was a naked little gnome type thing that lived under my bed and all he would wear was a bowler hat he was a cool little dude
When I was a little girl, my parents always had my bed in the corner of the room. When I would go to sleep, sometimes I would be worried about "boogie-men" of sorts. I would be afraid to put my back to the door, incase they came in through there, they could sneek up on me that way. But I didn't want to lay faceing the door either, because they could come up in between my bed and the wall behind me. So I would pile all my stuffed animals around me and one "pillow bug" with legs on my head, with it's legs placed over my face so that I could still see out. I got over it sooner or later.
If it was night time I always jumped on my bed for fear of the mudd munster eating my shins off.
This monster was strangely conjured up by my mind by combining the monsters from Teddy Ruxbin and the horrible 'coooooooh...' snore sounds my dad made that could be heard across the hall.
I used to believe there were black panthers that lived under my bed. Since it was dark under my bed, they must have been black, the better to blend in. I thought they would swipe at my feet with their claws as I got into bed. When I would return from the potty in the middle of the night I would run all the way down the hall and leap into bed so they couldn't get me.
When my husband was little, he used to think lions lived under his bed. (his mom read him the book,"daniel in the lions den"(biblical story)and he would always make a runing dash flying almost, to get in to bed being sure not touch the floor! landing in his bed safe at night.still to this day, he won't hang any part of his body over the edge of the bed, or let his feet going a tad under the bed while standing.
I used to believe that I had monsters under my bed, and in the daytime they were just all around the house. They were very, very stupid and gullible, though, so I would tell them:
"You can't get me because I'm on the toilet, and I can't defend myself so it wouldn't be a fair fight." My monsters, despite being monsters, didn't want to be unfair. There were so many rules as to when they could get me, such as they couldn't when I was with someone else so long as I was touching the person, or if I had my eyes closed, or if I was smiling, (?) or even if I was constantly talking! I would just have to say a bunch of random words nonstop. For each of these I had a logical reason why they couldn't get me.
Eventually I decided that I was overdoing it, so I would instead tell them: "You can get me in ___ seconds." and count really slowly. "One, one and a quarter, one and two quarters.." If I was counting to, say, 10, I would also pretend to forget where I was once I got to nine. I'd say: "Oh, wait, where was I? I think it was two, wasn't it?" And then I'd start over, and by the time 10 came around again I would be safe with my parents!
When was about 4, I was sure that there were alligators living under my bed that came out at night and crawled around on the bedroom floor. What is really odd is that there were large storage drawers under my bed and nothing could possibly hide there.
When I was in preschool, I took ballet. Around Christmas time, my teacher decided to give us a special treat and tell us a story. It was about if you were a naughty little girl that if you fell asleep with your feet over the end of the bed, the rats would eat your feet off. I went home, fearing going to sleep, and stayed awake crying. I have many times been told that this was not true, but still, I CANNOT have my feet over the end of my bed. Thanks for the mental scarring, lady.
when i was 7(ish) i used to believe that a hedghog man lived under my bed bed an if my feet and or hands were poking out of my cover he would drag me under the bed and take to me this underworld place that was filled with lakes! i had to jump on to my bed for years... i think it had something to do with a progrmmme about gruesome fairy tales
I used to believe that the boogeyman lived under my bed. I was afraid to go to sleep at night because he was going to eat me. One night I lost a tooth and put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy. In the morning I told my dad that the toothfairy had forgotten to come because there was no money under my pillow. I remember the look of horror on his face as he told me that the boogey man must have ate her. I was afraid to even go in my room until my dad showed me the dollar that had fallen behind the bed.