at home: under my bed

I used to believe…

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.

I used to believe…

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"

I used to believe…

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…

when I was 8, I used to believe it was a crocodile ander my bed.

I used to believe…

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

i used to believe the boogey man lived under my bed....lol

I used to believe that I could trick robbers and murderers into thinking that I was either dead, because a dead sleeping kid is always normal, or by hiding under the bed, because an empty bed is also normal. :/ Thinking of this now, I was a morbid kid!

I used to believe…

When i was little,i believe that there was a monster under my bed and another in my closet
i even made my 2 little brothers (twins) sleep in my room,one next to the bed,the other in front the closet door,figuring that if they were there,they would get eaten and the monsters would be full by the time they got to me.lol i was a nice big sister,wasn't i?

I used to believe that something or someone was under my bed ready to grad me if I let any body part hang over the edge while in bed. I still, as a mother of three, can't put my foot under the bed when I make it or let an arm or leg hang out at night!

I used to believe…

when I was little there was a monster (, hairy, and green with glowing red eyes and spikes down is back and arms about two feet tall ) who lived under my bed his name was zozone he used to play cards with me at night.

I saw a Pippi Longstocking movie as a small child, a few days later I woke up with a big THUD I thought that Pippi had been under my bed and had picked it up and then dropped it. I guess I just rooled over and got some air time, (unless I was levitating ;) )

I used to believe that if robbers or kidnappers would break into the house, they would hide out under my bed. So if I had to use the bathroom during the night, I would stand in the middle of my room and jump to my bed. (I never thought about getting out of bed quickly.) I did this until I found out that one of my grandparents' neighbors did this, too, when he hit the bedpost in the middle of the night and was rushed to the ER for stitches.

I used to believe that as long as every part of me was covered in bed, I would be safe from whatever was hiding under the bed that would try to reach out and grab me. When this wasn't feasible, I made up amended rules like that as long as part of me was touching my blankie or even if any part of me had ever touched my blankie I would be safe. I lived in mortal fear of my foot being grabbed if it was out from under my covers!

I used to believe…

When I was little (5....maybe 6.....) I used to believe that, within darkness under my bed, an evil old woman lived. Every night I had to avoid facing the edge of the bed or she would appear and (of all things) eat my face. I believed firmly that her motive for doing this was that she was jealous because I was younger and prettier than her and wanted to hurt me because of it. To protect myself from her, my favourite stuffed dog always 'slept' infront of me, not because he had any special protective powers, but so that, should the woman appear, she wouldn't see me.
I remember her face vividly in my over active imagination. She has a deathly pale, wrinkled, slightly swollen face and blind eyes. Her white hair is matted and dusty and she has row upon row of razor sharp teeth.
Weirdly I recently discussed this with my twin sister and, despite the fact that we never discussed the woman, we both believed that she existed. Rather scarily, we both imagined her in the same way and doing the same thing.....sometimes I wonder if there is/was a woman under my bed.......