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I used to think that if my toes weren't covered by my blanket while I slept then little troll monster things would hop up and eat them...
I still don't leave them uncovered at night...
I was never afraid of the Boogie Man as a child. Being a child of the 70's, I was well familiar with disco and I just figured he was someone who came into your room late at night dressed in sequins who wanted to dance with you.
I thought there were germs under my bed!
i used to believe that there was a monster named Eliza in my blankets, so i alway slept on the floor. Except Eliza had a husband who liked to sleep under the bed and bite the heads off of little girls while singing, "Im A Little Tea Pot". So i ended up sleeping on my couch, except Eliza and her horrible Teapot hus band had a slightly bi-polar cousin who like going tinto my fridge during the night and eat all of the milk, thats why i never had any for my cereal. THen, I slept in the bathroom except the slightly bi-polar cousin had a friend named Albert who was mentally disabled and every time you turned on the lights he would scream, "BAH!!!!!!" So i ended up sleeping in the middle hallway, but came to a conslusion that when i was there they could all get to me. So now, i stay up all night and read fairy0tales to soothe my fears of the lamp.
and thats how i leanred the meaning of life.
Living in San Diego when I was young, there were our share of earthquakes. When I was in bed for the night and a earthquake hit, it would naturely cause the bed to jump, bump and slide around. I was convenced it was my sister under the bed causing the problem. So I would start yelling for my mom and dad to come and get her so she would get in trouble.
I used to believe that the grim reaper and his army of the dead entered my house at night and were there to take another soul (that soul being me!!!) With that belief I always hid under my covers hoping that they wouldn't see me!
When I was young I used to believe their were giant rat demons walking around on the floor beneath my bunk bed. So every time I walked on the ground at night I'd yell "Jesus, save me!"
wHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ALWAYS THOUGHT MONSTERS LIVED UNDER MY BED AND IN MY WARDROBE EVERY NIGHT I HAVE TO LOOK IN THE WARDROBE AND LOOK UNDER THE BED[AGE11]I SOMETIMES HAVE TO SLEEP WITH MY MAMMY AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
when i was a little kid, i believed that there were monsters under my bed because one time when i was like 5 my mom got mad at me for ruining her new bedrom wallpaper (i colored over it lol) she was like 'Leah! Come here!' i came and then she said 'did you draw pictures with a sharpie, all over my new walls!?' i nodded slowly and then she was like 'Leah, i can't believe it! you should know better! that was a very naughty thing you did! the monsters under your bed are gonna get you!' obviously she was just kidding she was mad and that's why she said it. so that's what i thought until i was 7 and a half and i was thinking about the time when i was 5 and she told me that there were monsters under my bed and that i got terribly scared from then on that one day, the monsters from under my bed would jump out and eat me. so i walked up to my mom and said, just wondering, 'mom, is there some kind of spray you can buy at the store to kill the monsters, like you do with the ants that get in the house every august?' she took a deep breath and she was like 'dear...there are no monsters under your bed, and monsters are make-believe. i'm sorry i ever said that, i was just mad.' i was in so much shock lol!
I used to believe that if I didn't sleep in the middle of my bed the monstors would reach up and grab me.
Like many other children, I believed that if I had a foot or hand dangling over the side of my bed, something was going to grab it from underneith and pull me down with it. I still only put my foot or hand out if I can comfortably put it on the bed outside the covers. Also, I thought that there were vampires, witches and various monsters that would pop up on whatever side of the bed that my back was facing. The only way that I fixed it was to put my bed up against the wall and sleep on my left side. I still only comfortably sleep on my left side and only with my husband behind me and touching my back. If there is no one in bed with me (Husband or Kid(s)) I sleep on my stomach. I am 26 years old.
When I was a kid, my bed was pushed up against the wall and since it was near a window, I always heard weird noises at night (cars going by, cats, birds, etc.) so I deduced that people/things lived in my wall and at night they would reach out and try to grab me. So, I always slept on the part of the bed furthest from the wall because I thought they're hands were like an inch from my back and if I turned over they would grab me and pull me into their "wall-home"
When I was younger I used to watch the animated childrens show of Beetljuice. One time a particular show scared me and I never got to watch the end of it, since then I was terrified of some unknown thing hiding under my bed. To this day if I go to bed I occasionally run and jump
I used to believe there was a monster under my bed. If I let any of my limbs hung of the edge, the moster would rip them off. If I stood too close to the bed, he would pull me under. So, I always slept in the middle of the bed (never fell out!) and I would leap on to my bed from as far away as I could.
i used to believe that at night my floor would turn to water and if i tried to get out of bed at night, i would drown
when I was 8, I used to believe it was a crocodile ander my bed.
As kids, and to this day, my mom was/is a NEAT FREAK. A single dirty dish in the sink qualified as a kitchen of astronomically filthy proportions. Well, as it goes with most parents, we were not allowed to play outside or watch TV until we had cleaned up our room. At 8, 5 minutes is an eternity and surely you can't expect an 8 year old to spend an eternity cleaning their room when Power Rangers is on?! So my sister and I would push everything underneath our beds and race right out of there. Well, my mother was NOT having it. As a result, she told us that giant, flesh-eating cockroaches lived under our beds and LOVED large messes. In the middle of the night when we were sound asleep, they would sneak out from underneath and chew our precious little faces off. After THIS news, my sister and I decided to destroy the alien cockroach habitat underneath our beds and never, EVER allow so much as a speck of dust anywhere near the bedroom.
Yet another example of their fine parenting skills.
i used to believ i was abducted by elephants i
When I was little, I usted to believe that there were monsters under my bed and T jumped on my bed but I fall back somewhere else.
i used to believe the boogey man lived under my bed....lol