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i used to believe that when i turned out the lights to my room if i didnt get to my top bunk in time a zombie would appear out of no where and eat me..... so be4 i turn out the lights i always plot out the fastest way to my bed then take it
If someone broke into my house at night my ninja turtles would come to life to protect me.
When I was a kid I believed that the Sears repairman lived under my bed and I was scared to let my hands or feet hang off the side of the bed. To this day I keep my arms and legs safely under the cover - and I'm 45!
I used to believe in "skin monsters" that when i was in my bed i had to be compleatly covered by my blankets so the skin monsters couldn't get me. if my feet poked out or my hands showed, they would get me for sure. But because I never could keep my head under the covers my head was exempt from the rule. Although I never really imagined what would happen if they got me, still to this day when I turn out the light I need to run and dive into the bed and get under the covers as quickly as possible or I'm sure they are going to crawl out from under the bed and get me. All except for my head of course.
I had red carpet in my bedroom, and i thought that when the lights turned off it turned into lava-so i would put down books leading to my bed and hop on them like stones so my feet wouldnt touch the lava (carpet). Everyone knows books arent affected by lava....
My older sister told me an earthquake was an animal that hid under your bed and shook because it was scared. She even helped me put food out so it could be my pet.
we used to believe that there was a madman under our bunk beds christina used to be frightened because she was in the bottom bunk ( we are twins) and every night we'd be terrified because we thought he'd kill us when we were asleep
when i was of the age to belive that monsters lurked under my bed, i belived that during the night e portal opened in wich the mosters crawled threw into my bed room. i was quite frightened and refused to look under the bed at night! i also used to hear my cat meow outside of my door at night and for some odd reason assumed that the cat had somehow gotten into my room and crawled under my bed. i had a bunck bed like thing with a slide and no bottom bed. i thought that the monsters put an apple in his mouth and was roasting him over a camp fire!
I used to think that if I was all tucked up in the covers, no one could hurt me. Like, if someone tried to stab me, it wouldn't reach me because of the covers. And I used ot think I was protected from ghosts. I always had the covers al the way to my neck, even in the sweltering heat!
Funnily enough, now I can't sleep with the cover off
I used to belive that under my bed lived a spider family and when I got up at night I had to jump out of my bed because I used to belive that they would catch me.
I used to think there was a fox living under my bed. Every night I'd literally jump into my bed so the fox couldn't grab my feet and get me.
when i was little i used to belive that if i got to close to my bed at nite little garden nomes would come out from under my bed and shoot me in the ankle with an arrow.
i used to believe that there was a witch at the end of my bed, that would come out at night and try drag me away. since then i have not been able to sleep with my legs straight.
I used to think that there were foxes under my bed, and that if you had a hand or foot hanging off the edge they would drag you under the bed and eat you. the only way to beat them was to jump off the end of the bed and make it out the door. I'm in my 20s now and I still don't sleep with any part of me hanging off the edge of my bed!
I was about eight years old when the towers had been hit and the search was on for Osama Bin Laden. One night, as my parents and I sat down for the news, a man came on the air and said "we have looked everywhere for him." I was stunned. I knew they had missed a spot: under my bed. For months after that I was scared to death of going anywhere near my bed because i was convinced it was Osama Bin Laden's hiding spot.
when i was younger, and was afraid of the dark, i thought that if right after i turned the light off, i didnt get on my bed quick enough, that a monster would nibble at my feet
When I was young, I thought ninjas lived under my bed and whenever I walked on the floor, it would throw a ninja star at me and slice off my feet so I would have to use a wheelchair. For a few months I just jumped from the end of my bed into the hallway, but one day I had to get up but my legs were too sore to jump, so I had to walk on my floor and no ninjas came and then I wasn't scared
I thought as a kid that zombies were just blue people with raggedy clothes, long nails, and messy black hair. So when I'd be in bed laying down (at the point where your head bobs back and forth when you're tired) I thought the bobbing was my bed actually moving. So what I imagined was that Skeletons and Zombies would pick up my bed and carry it around the world while i slept. But, If I woke up that they would drop the bed and I would be back in my room. So I would pretend like i was asleep so they would still carry me. I wasn't afraid of zombies or skeletons as a kid so it was sort of fun to imagine. When my grandma would ask me how I slept every Saturday morning, I would tell her China and England were nice lol. She could never figure out what I was talking about and died never knowing.
When I was younger I believed that there was a lion under the foot of my bed and if i stretched my feet out all the way it would attack my feet. I still sleep curled up.
My brother told me that a man was under my bed who would come out and get me if i got up in the middle of the night. I have never forgiven my brother for the stories he told me. He also told me potatoes were bread, but thats a compltely different story...