at home: under my bed

I used to believe that if I didnt hurry and get into my bedsheets at night, there would be a huge scary wolf that would reach out and grab my feet and eat me. How dumb am I ?? haha

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somehow i got it in my head that, at night, there was an alligator under my bed. i thought if i lept onto the bed from a distance it wouldn't get me. i was afraid to let my arm or leg hang over the edge of the bed for fear the alligator would bite me

I used to believe that Micheal Myers and a vampire lived under my bed and that they were plotting ways to kill me.I wouldn't leave my drinks or food alone in the room becuase I thought they would put poison in them.I would also jump onto my bed (I wouldn't touch the floor near the bed) to avoid them trying to grab me and pull me under. (Actually I still believe this,and I'm 14 years old!!!)

I had red carpet in my bedroom, and i thought that when the lights turned off it turned into lava-so i would put down books leading to my bed and hop on them like stones so my feet wouldnt touch the lava (carpet). Everyone knows books arent affected by lava....

I used to believe not only that a scary monster/dude lived under my bed, but that one lived behind my headboard too. I had to run/jump to get into bed and then it was a race against time to get my entire body covered up, including my head and get the covers/blankets all tucked under me---under toes, legs, arms, and head. It didn't matter that I was roasting in those blankets...I was "safe."

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When I was 5 or 6 I used to think bees lived in the corners of my bedroom and would sting me when my lights went out. I would scan each corner over and over before finally falling asleep with the light still on.

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Did anyone see the movie "Trilogy of Terror", with the little African doll that had an evil spirit inside it & he chased the lady around the house with a huge knife? I can't think of anything that terrorized my childhood more than that movie. I was CONVINCED that he was under my bed and would stab me in the toes if I stood by the bed, so for years I stood at the bedroom door & took a running leap to the bed. Then had to stand up and reach W A Y out to catch the string to turn the light out.

I had nothing to fear of under my bed. I slept in a bunk bed. But my parents bed was scary. They never moved it, not once in the twelve and a half years I lived with both of them... anyway.. I never stood too close. And if i had to I always stood on the bed and jumped into the hall to exit the room. I did that until the day I moved out when I was twelve..

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as a kid whenever i went into my parents giant bed, i used to think that at the foot of the bed, there was an alligator. and if you put your feet far enough under the covers, the alligator would bite off your feet. so now i sleep with my legs curled up.

i was convinced this was real untill i finally admitted to myself that i HAD to be dreaming:
when i was really young, like 3 or 4, i was lying in bed and all of a sudden my room filled up with water to my bed. a little ship sailed over and "docked" on my bed. these little tiny pilgrims got out and started talking in really deep, scary voices. thats all i remember.

man, i was so weird

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ive seen this here before but ,when i was little i believed that when i was in bed ,if i didnt cover myself up completely-exept my head, then a moster/killer/burgular would get me and hurt me or shoot me in my head.i still sleep with my feet pointing to the inside of the bed

i used to believe (and still do) that if you dont stay under the covers in the dark "the night things" can get you, not a single part of you can be out of the covers. i wouldnt (and wont) go anywhere dark or in shadows when its dark at night. i hear the night things and i see them. if you've ever seen Fear of the Dark then you know what im talking about but im really scared of it.

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When I was little, we got Zombies Ate My Neighbors for our awesome high-tech Sega Genesis. That game scared the crap out of me. But I played it anyway. Every time I played it I had nightmares. I believed that those zombies from the game really lived underneath my bed, and if I touched the floor when the light was off, they would reach out and grab me, but they couldn't touch me if the light was on. Of course, my bed was across the room from my lightswitch. I had to flip the switch, sprint and leap across the room before the zombies noticed the light was off. It took me eight or nine years to realize they didn't exist... but to this day that game creeps me out.

i believed people were living under my bed till i was 13

i used to believe (and unfortunately..still do) that if i didnt get to my bed fast enough or if i didnt have a flash light when i turned off the lights in my room, a bunch of snaked would come out and bite me.

i was strongly believe for many many years that in the wall,behind my bed,there was a mystic cave!the door would open if you do something specific and the cave was ending in Acropolis..(the monument in Greece)!

for some reason,i never tried to open this door...i never questioned about how to open it!!!but i am sure this cave exists...