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When I was about 5 or 6 years old, someone (probably my older sister) told me a story about how while you slept little skeleton ants and termites would come and carry your toys and such on their backs underneath your bed. I was scared to go under there and clean out the toys and so, one day when my mom was scolding me for not cleaning under my bed, I cried, "But mom I didn't put those there, it was the skeleton ants and termites who did it." To this day I still remember the look on her face as I explained this odd occurance through all my tears and crying.
I make my bed every day, and here is why: When I was quite young my father told me that if I didn't make my bed "day germs" would crawl up from the floor during the day and get under the covers. Then at night when I laid down they would crawl all over me and make me sick. Nice.
When I was young about 7-10 years old, I used to like the bedroom really dark to go to sleep but I used to believe that witches lived under my bed during the night. If I wanted a drink or needed the toilet, I would have to jump off the bed and land at least 3 feet away so that they didn't grab my ankles. Same thing applied to getting into bed again, launching myself from a distance to land on the bed. I suppose I eventually rationalised that there would not be room for witches what with all the toys I used to store under the bed but it still makes me chuckle now, (and where did they go during the day?)
I used to belive that when I was sleeping at night little turtle-heads (yes, just the heads) would bite off my toes. But that's only because my father told me so every night.
I used to think there was a llama under my bed that was going to eat me.
When i was little, my older brother told me that at night the monsters under my bed woke up, and that if i left my bed, they'd get me. so every night, id jump into my bed and i had to leave id climb down a plank of wood and jump out the door. i did this for like 2 years before my dad found out.
I would never get up at night to use the bathroom because I was convinced that a short fat man and a tall skinny man, who happened to be scientist,lived under my bed and when I got up they would try to give me a shot on my feet so needless to say I was a bed wetter for a long time and to this day I hate needles
i always thought that all my toys had to be put away before i jumped into bed because if they weren't my bedroom floor would turn into a big lake when i shut the lights off i had to run and jump onto my bed because if my feet touched the floor at all the alligators would swallow me and my sister whole.
When i was around 5 years old, i had a very imaginitive mind. because of it i wouldn't step on the tiles in my room. mostly because i saw little people and monsters in them and was afraid that would get me my feet for stepping on them. So for a few weeks i jumped from my bed to the outside of my door cause i was afraid of the tiles!! LOL
I used to believe that if I stopped breathing when the monsters were hiding under the bed, they would think I was already dead and move on to the next house.
I believed that an alligator lived underneath my bed and that if I let my legs or arms dangle, it would bite them off. I also would check each morning to make sure the carpet hadn't turned into the ocean with sharks circling me.
I used to believe there were snakes under my bed. That is why I couldn't let my arms hang down by the side, because snakes would bite me. I also thought there were witches flying around the ceiling, so I had to pull the covers up over my head, sleeping on the side, so I could have my face exposed to breathe.
When I was little I always slept with my blankets over my ears because I was afraid that something would get in my ears. I watched that Star Trek movie one too many times!
The first time I ever watched Chuckie I was afriad that chuckie would be under the couch or undermy bed or in my closet and if he was under my bed then he would take his knife and stick it through my bed and kill me.
I used to believe that there was a clown living under my bed, just like in Poltergeist, and if I let my feet or arms hang off the bed the clown would pull me under and eat me. To this day clowns still freak me out!
when i was 4 i believed that the kids from Zoom would somehow sneak under my bed in the night to suprise me. every morning i woke up and checked under there before i left the room.
I used to believe that if I let any body part hang over my mattress at night, that huge blades would come through the ceiling and cut them off.
when i was little i used to think that if i didnt sleep with my socks and shoes on a monster would come in my room and eat my feet.
I used to believe that there were 3 people that lived under my bed. On the outside edge, there were two scientists. There were constantly scheming on how to do experiments on me but they could only reach me if I were to just walk up to the edge of the bed and get in. Apparently they weren't "allowed" to get out from under the bed, only to reach out with their arms. They also could only "get" me if while I was in the bed, I allowed my hand or foot to dangle over the edge. So I of course would run and jump onto the bed from as far back as possible. Then there was the Carrot Man. He was a happy guy that lived in the center under my bed. He had a long white beard and just layed there surrounded by carrots and eating them all day and night. I have no idea where any of these characters came from in my bizarre imagination. I am however a science teacher today. Go figure.
When I was six or seven, and I used to play on 'James Bond: Tomorrow Never Dies' on the Playstation 1, I would always go to bed, fearing that a terrorist with an assault rifle would pop up during the night and get me. I'm twelve now and have since got over this belief...thankfully.