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My little sister always used to be scared of a man with a bald head peaking up over the side of the bed at night and had to wake me up because she was so scared.
One night I kept getting out of bed so my mom came up and said that she let invisible aligators out on my floor all around my room so if I got out of bed they would eat me, but not her because she trained them. I believed her!
I was scared out of my wits and after that I never got out of bed untill morning(when she said she took them back to her).
One night I asked her to stop letting them out in my room, and all she said was, "You believed that?Oh,honey,I'm so sorry".
I used to think there was a llama under my bed that was going to eat me.
I used to be terrified by the malevolent puppet Punch.When I went to sleep at night I would be afraid that he was going to appear at the edge of my bed.Then I began to wonder who or what was the puppetmaster beneath my bed...
I used to believe that the grim reaper and his army of the dead entered my house at night and were there to take another soul (that soul being me!!!) With that belief I always hid under my covers hoping that they wouldn't see me!
when i was little, i didn't have an under my bed. instead, i had drawers down there. when i got a new bed (i got to big for that one) i always thought that a stuffed dog i have named Tanner created a force field around me monsters could not get through. i always went to sleep with the thought of sad, dissaponied monters not getting to me. i woke up the next day and laughed at them.
When in bed,I used to believe that if I put my feet to the bottom of the covers that BIG crabs would pinch my feet!
I used to be terrified that a Dalek would get me once i got out of bed. So I used to make my twin brother turn out the light with the pull switch, even though it hung by me in the top bunkbed, he had to get out of the bottom bed to do it. I also made him come with me to the toilet every time. He never complained once! I love you Adrian!!
After my evil parents MADE me go to bed every night, ALONE, upstairs in our OLD, creaky house, I used to believe that in order to stay alive I had to be a very brave little girl and follow these certain rules:
1st, eyeball the room very carefully, make sure the stuffed anims were not alive & breathing;
2nd, I had to talk to my stuffed anims really nicely to make sure they liked me and wouldn't suffocate me ("Cat's Eye") in my sleep;
3rd, I would crouch down and make sure no monsters were yet under my bed;
4th, (this all happened from the doorway) I shut off the liteswitch, then sprint to the bed (I memorized how many steps it took) and jumped into bed completely ingulfing my body in blankets. No skin could show except my nose to breathe. I knew the boogie man was under my bed at that point, until morning.
I used to think that The Hamburgler lived under my bed, and would come out and tickle me if I made a noise. I'd lay in bed, trying not to breathe too loudly so I could hear his "Robble! Robble!" before the eminant attack.
when i was little, my dad told me that when i went to bed i had to push all of my hair off my face. i somehow came up with the belief that there was an alligator under my bed that wanted to brush my hair. so i always pushed my hair to the back of my head so the "alligator could brush it." i was a weird kid.
Because my bed was next a wall longways i used to think that there were evil pirates that would slide up the wall and kill me.
when i was about 5 i thought there was a monster under my bed.i 'fed' him a sock every day so that he dosent't eat me.when i only had one sock from each pair my mother started wondering. she looked under my bed and found them.
i used to have this fear if, when i was sleeping and any part of my body hung over the bed, then killer ants would attack me.
You know how when you're younger your parents say goodnight to you and then turn off your light. Well since I never saw them leave the room I was used to believe that my parents slept under my bed and that their room just existated during the day.
I called the monsters under my bed "burglars" and it was a group of five men who were dressed in all black like ninjas. They only showed up at night, had to stay under the bed but could reach thier arms out to grab me if I walked by or dangled a leg or arm off. I also had to run and jump past my bed if I ever had to get up at night.
How I got over this fear? I stuffed so much stuff under my bed so that they couldn't possibly fit under there anymore.
My sister told me that if I slept with my feet out from under the covers these little wolf like creatures would come along and bite off my toes.
I used to be afraid to stretch my feet to the end of the covers because I thought Kermit the Frog would bite my toes because he slept down there.
i used to believe that if you hid under your covers that monsters coudn't get you.... but you had to be absolutely sure that there was no way for him to get under the covers.. so i tucked my covers tightly around me... so tightly that sometimes i couldn't breathe, and i had to emerge for air... thinking back... it probably would have been safer to face the "monsters"
When I was around 4 years old, my father took me to the show to see "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" and for years after that I thought there was an octopus living under my bed so I would have to take a flying leap to get in and out of my bed so the octopus wouldn't grab my ankle and pull me in!