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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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When I was young I thought a giant slug lived under my bed and that it if any of my toys fell on the floor it would suck them up.
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If I hid under my covers in strange positions, i would look like wrinkles in my bed - causing robbers or murders to miss seeing me.
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Till I was about 10, i thought that if I left one of my body parts over the bed in the night while I was sleeping, a hand would come out and pull me under!
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When I was little, I was afraid to let my arm (or any other body part for that matter) hang down the side of my bed while sleeping because I thought gremlins would pop out and bite it.
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After seeing the movie The Little Mermaid, I was totally convinced for about a month that Ursula was going to come out from under my bed and wrap her tentacles around me. I slept with my arms to my sides and my legs locked together so she couldn't reach.
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When i was little, my parents had a water bed. Everytime my dad would have to add more water, i would go and hide under my bed because i thought an alligator lived inside my parents waterbed and that it would get out and eat me.
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When I was younger I would think that there were bugs in the pillows because I could sometimes hear some weird crawling like noises in the pillows when would lay down. It freaked me out so bad because I would just imagine those bugs crawling into my ears.
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My sister told me that if I slept with my feet out from under the covers these little wolf like creatures would come along and bite off my toes.
I used to believe that there was little trolls and monsters under my bed and in my closet. SO i would make my blankets really messy to make them look like no one was under them and I would make a tiny space in the blanket so i can peak and breath out of it if it got stuff under the blanket. I thought that if i layed still and it looked like no one was in bed, they would leave and bother other kids at night. I tricked them everytime!
I used to believe that there was a toe monster that lived under my bed and would eat my toes if i hung them over the side of the bed. Thanks to my uncle that would tell me scary stories. and to this day, i still dont hang my feet off the side of the bed, just out of habit.
I used to believe there was a zombie in the corner of my bed where a lump was. I thought it was just waiting to eat my brains in my sleep. Needless to say, I ended up in my mums bed for the night.
I used to believe that I would have to eat the stuffing out of my blanket or throw it down under the bed as an offering to the Blah Monsters so they wouldn't get me.
I used to sleep in the directly in the middle of my bed because I was afraid there was an octopus under my bed. For some reason I assumed his tentacles couldn't reach the middle of the bed.
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when i was little, i didn't have an under my bed. instead, i had drawers down there. when i got a new bed (i got to big for that one) i always thought that a stuffed dog i have named Tanner created a force field around me monsters could not get through. i always went to sleep with the thought of sad, dissaponied monters not getting to me. i woke up the next day and laughed at them.