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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!
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 be scared of under my bed and thought that my cat became a monster only at night.
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 that every friday night Freddy Kruger was under my bed and he was going to kill me
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!
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.......
My back of my bed had buttons which I thought when I had a nightmare that I could "change" the channel on the dream.
When I was little I believed that when it grew dark, monsters would appear under my bed. I would always check that my bed was pushed right up against the wall so that no monsters could crawl up the wall and eat me while I slept, and I would always jump very quickly onto my bed, so that they couldn't grab my ankles, and dive under the covers at bedtime.
When i was younger i used to believe there was a gremlin that lived under my bed and if i hung my feet over the edge in the morning he would grab me and pull me under the bed and turn me into a gremlin. I also used to believe that if i left my feet uncovered in bed the gremlin would tickle them befoe cutting my toes off while i was asleep... i still have the habit of tucking the duvet over and under my feet to make sure they are 'protected'
I was a disturbing child sometimes, i was cmpletely conviced a man was under my bed wit a HUGE knife and if I lied on my back he would stick it through my matress and, well... ya know, stab me... my bed was up against a wall so i would sleep on my side right up against the wall so his knife would be more likely to miss me...
My stuffed animals would often fall of of my bed, and roll beneath. I'd always retrieve my stuffed animals in the morning because I believe that, if I didn't, they'd come out later and seek revenge...
[_[ I still don't like to leave stuffed animals beneath my bed...
i saw this documentry about a lady who was scared of getting in her bed because when she was little her brother grabbed her ankle as she walked past her bed.
im still scared to look under my bed.
I used to believe that there was some sort of monster living under my bed and that he would go out only at night. I used to throw lots of pillows under my bed so it would stay there and its big purple hand would not come out to pick me. This lasted until I was 20 years old!!!!!!
a giant spider lived under my bed and when my grandmother was asleep he would creep up to the foot of our bed. i could see his eyes watching me and he was going to reach out and touch me on the foot. i could not scream or move. finally i could move a little finger. then i was able to move, but the fear would go away..
When i was about 4 or 5 i had watched the movie "Peter Pan" for the first time ever. I was very scared of the alligator in that movie. and i had nightmares that it would eat me instead of captainhook....after having that dream for the 2nd time i started believing that the alligator lived under my bed and that when i would go 2 get on my bed i had to jump to keep the alligator from grabbing one of my legs. I also thought that when the lights were off he could get me even easier so i never slept with my arms hanging off the side of my bed and would sleep right next to the wall. I beleivedthisfor about 3 years & i finally figured out that ther were no alligators under my bed.
When I was younger, I used to think there was an alligator under my bed, but was nocturnal. I was a messy kid, and my bedroom was always cluttered.. so there was plenty of junk under there. If I ever needed anything and couldn't find it, I made sure to look under my bed during the DAY- a sunshiny day- or the alligator might think it's night and wake up and eat me. Also like any other kid with some sort of monster under the bed- I made sure to keep all limbs from hanging off the edge of the bed... or else I'd wake up the next morning without it.