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when i was little, like 6 or 7 i used to watch the show Are You Afraid of the Dark and i remember one time there was an episode where a kid was standing right near his bed and he got dragged under into a new scary world, so i would always get a running start to jump onto my bed from afar. and i would be sure not to sleep with either my arms or legs hanging off the edge so the monster couldnt reach up and grab them.
When I was about 4 yrs old I thought that if I was to hang my arms or legs off the edge of the bed when I slept, an aligator would bit them off.
When I was seven, I used to think that, if I ran from the door which was next to my light switch and jumped on top of my bed as quickly as possible, then the monsters that lived under the bed wouldn't be able to get me. I had to make sure I ran fast as soon as I turned off the light because the monsters would only come out if it was dark. So I could be sure that running fast + jumping on bed = beating the dark and thwarting any dumb ol' monsters!
I used to think that my bed had wierd polar bear type monsters underneath so when I went to bed I would try to hear them plotting wierd schemes on me now I am 11 and under my bed is filled with junk... no polar bears.
I used to be terrified of the crocodiles that i thought lived under my bed in the dark - I used to hate it if I had to get up in the night in case they managed to bite my feet off!
I used to pile every stuffed toy I could fit, under my covers when I was little. If I couldn't fit them under the covers, then I would find blankets or even kleenex if thats all i had, and cover them so they were safe from whatever monsters there were. I had this HUGE mound of them at the foot of my bed so that I could not hardly fit in the bed myself.
I used to think there was a goblin under my bed that would get me if I came to close, so I had to jump onto my bed without getting to close. It was fun.
I also used to think that there was a vampire under my bed. I had an active imagination (and still do), so I thought he would make his teeth grow, like in the old movies, and they would go though the entire bed and go through my arm and kill me.
I was a weird kid.
When I was a kid I used to believe that I had to the count of 10 to turn off the light and make it to my bed to get under the covers or a monster from under the bed would get me. Of course it was MY ten-count and I always made it!
I used to believe that I had elves and pixies living under my bed, and that they would only come out at night and that they would only talk to me. I was absolutely convinced and thought that the reason that I couldn't actually remember talking to them the next morning was that they must have brainwashed me (kind of Men In Black-style) so that I couldn't tell anyone about them.
When i was little i used to think there was a warewolf living under my bed and that if i came within reach, it would grab me and pull me under the bed and down into a hole in the floor to his creepy underground cave. So at bedtime i would stand at the door and cling onto the door frame, shimmy my way up and jump from there onto my bed. Even when my parents came out to check for monsters under there, i always just believed they were plotting with the warewolf and tried to trick me into walking close to the bed. Thankfully, i was too clever to believe them.
I used to believe that if I allowed a foot or arm to dangle over the edge of my bed that "something" would grab it and drag me under.
I used to believe that if u didnt tuck ur bedding under ur feet adn around ur body really tight a crocodile would come and bite of ur toes
When I was 5 my sister told me that there were evil potatoes under my bed, and that they would pull me down there and turn me into a potatoe with their shrink rays. So I was so scared of being turned into a potatoe that every night I curled into a ball and slept in the middle of my bed.
My sister was haunted by the belief that a fox would take her and eat her. She always looked under her bed before she jumped all the way from the door and right into the bed (several meters! LOL!) Then, safe in bed, she bent over to check again under the bed.
Her cousin told her that foxes even could climb walls, so she had to stop sleeping with her window open.
I used to believe that there was a scary version of Pee Wee Herman under my bed who would pull me under with huge spider-like arms and tickle me till I died. (I am EXTREMELY ticklish)
from when i was about 6 to when i was about 10 or so i used to believe that there was a scary monster with a grean leafy hand living under my bed and at night when i had to go to the bathroom i would be terrified that when i got up the had would reach out and grab my ankle and pull me under. So i usually would hold it or if i really really had to go i would stand up on the edge of my bed and jump as far as i could away from my bed and make a mad dash for the bathroom.
when i was a kid (5-9 or so) i thought that there was a monster that wanted to eat me. it could be under my bed or in my closet or even come in the window if it was open but it could only come out in the dark or when nobody else was there. it was important not to let any part of my body jut out over the edge of the bed or the monster could pull me out. similarly I would always take a flying leap onto the bed so it couldnt grab my ankles and pull me under. When it was dark, keeping the covers pulled up over my head meant the monster couldnt touch me although it might be right there. If i didnt see it, it couldnt eat me. I didnt know what it was or how it looked because i thought if i ever saw it, I would go mad. It was big though. at five or six I would sleep facing the wall and put my teddybear back to back behind me to protect me. later on, i dispensed with the teddybear, but when i felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up i would still sleep with the covers all the way over my head, even though i knew there was no such thing as monsters.
i used to think that if my light wasnt on,there were monsters and murderers in my room waiting to kill me.
I used to think that there were ants that lived under my bed and that they made castles out of dust under my bed too. I would always run from my doorway and jump onto my bed so none of the ants would get on me.
When I was very young, I was a horror movie fanatic with my father. My favorite movie was Gremlins, but they scared me a little. At night I refused to let my toes hang over the end of the bed or pop out from under the blanket because I was terrified that the gremlins from the movie would bite my toes off. To this day I don't expose my toes when I'm sleeping or let them hang over the bed, and I'm 20!