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When I was about six I never wanted to flush the toilet because I believed that a giant octupus would grab me and suck me down. I also believed that one lived under my bed at night so I would never touch the rug at night I had to stand on a piece of clothing or a stuffed animal if I needed to get up.
when i was around 4 i believed that a robot lived under my bed and as long as i kept the blankets over my head, it couldn't get me.
I believed that if I let my arms or legs hang off the bed when I was sleeping, someone under the be would chop them off -- only the offending, hanging off part though, not the entire limb - the cut would be even with the bedside.
The first time I viewed The Dark Crystal, the Skeksis absolutely terrified me. I became convinced that not only were they real, they lived under my bed! As well as having to jump into bed from the middle of the (small) room, I had to keep lots of stuff under there to crowd them out. Often I would find my covers kicked off and somehow (probably the cat) pushed underneath the bed. I was convinced the Skeksis were trying to kill me by stealing my covers and causing me to freeze to death!
When I was little, I used to beleive that the evil little boy from "Pet Semetary" was under my bed. Before sleeping, I would always pile blankets over my ankle. That way he wouldn'tr be able to slice my achilles tendon, like he did to the old man.
When I was Little I thought there was a chef under my bed and that if i stuck any body part under ther he would by accedently cut my fingers off, so for the longest time i used too jump far from the bed when i got out
there were little firemen under the bed that would chop off your hands & feet if they hung over the bed while you 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 believe that there was a toe monster that lived under my bed and would eat my toes if i hung them over the side of the bed. Thanks to my uncle that would tell me scary stories. and to this day, i still dont hang my feet off the side of the bed, just out of habit.
I used to believe that there is something strange under every bed.and it can catch or eat your body
outside the quilt
when i slept in the bottom bunk of my bed, i believed i could see dinosaurs, and it really was very real to me at the time.
i thought that there were invisible scorpions on the floor of my bedroom that could extend their tails up to reach up and sting me if i let any body part hang over the edge of the bed during the night.
I was about 5, when I used to wake up every night afraid of the scary monster under my bed. After laying stiff under the covers for a while, I would quickly jump as far away from the bed as I could and run to sleep in my parents' bed. What was the scary monster? A group of sea-lions!
When I was 4 or 5, we had a cat. This cat would eat anything on the planet, so long as it crossed her path. My parents used to call her the Walking, Talking Vaccuum cleaner, and I was CONVINCED that the vaccuum cleaner was going to get me in my sleep. (I made no connection whatsoever to the cat) I would lie in bed, waiting for this vaccuum cleaner to come and eat me. I'd scoot as close as I possibly could to the wall and fall asleep there, hoping the vaccuum wouldn't come and suck me up!
i used to believe that if i slept with my arms out from under my covers a monster would come and bite them. and i used to believe that there was a witch under my bed so i made my mom call the cops to come take it away.
I used to believe that my Kermit the Frog doll would crawl under my bed at night and wait for me to hang a leg or arm over the side so that he could grab it and attack me.
i used to believe that a band of evil little gnomes lived under my bed, and if any of my limbs were exposed (out of the covers) they would march up onto my bed and stick giant pins (that theycarried like spears) into my arm or foot. I think this started because my foot fell asleep one night (pins and needles) while I was dreaming...
I used to believe that if I left my toenails and fingernails exposed at night while sleeping, that a monster would crawl out from under the bed and eat them. I had to have my hands and feet tucked under the blankets. If I didn't feel like having my hands under the blanket, I'd fall asleep with my hands in fists so the monsters couldn't get my fingernails.
I have no explanation for this belief. I was a strange child.
my sister believes that if she dosent cover her feet at night i little man with grab them, after she told me this i saw an x-files that had a alien at the foot of a bed to this day i still cover my feet when i sleep even if thats all that is covered
I didn't have any fears of things hiding under the bed, until my next door neighbour (a few years older than me) told me that she had things called 'Mutton Jeffs' hiding under her bed, that would 'get you' if you even stepped on the floor, even in daytime. Whenever I went over to play at her house we had to jump from her bedroom doorway onto the bed, and stay there - using the furniture to climb around the room. She even showed me a mutilated doll - that she said the Mutton Jeffs had eaten. Then one day she said they had come to my house - they were under my bed, and my parents bed. I remember dreaming about them - they were invisible but had vivid green eyes that glowed in the dark, and I remember them chewing at my fingers, but thy were all numb, so it didn't hurt much (I guess I had slept on my arm and it had 'gone to sleep', so I was actually getting pins and needles), but ever since then I used to have recurring dreams about what they were doing, and found out that they couldn't get me if I sat on the magic carpet (a big rug in my parents room) which would rise into the air if they tried to get near me. Luckily, we moved house, so they couldn't come after me any more.