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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 younger I would think that there were bugs in the pillows because I could sometimes hear some weird crawling like noises in the pillows when would lay down. It freaked me out so bad because I would just imagine those bugs crawling into my ears.
When I was little I had a very vivid imagination. I used to think that there was a little dwarf who lived near my nightlight, a strange witch couple who lived in my closet, a three headed dog and mice who lived under my bed. It made for sleep being quite difficult.
when my daughter was a toddler, she believed that monsters were in her room. I made her some "monster spray" by putting lavender-scented water in a plastic spray bottle, and told her to squirt it in the direction she thought monsters were hiding, and that it would kill the monsters. I can't count how many times I'd come into her room to check on her in the middle of the night to find her fast asleep, clutching the bottle in one chubby little fist, and the whole room smelling of lavender and slightly damp...
I belived that when I was not in my bedroom,...5 evil wart-hogs would gather in a circle to play poker at the foot of my bed. If I ever interupted their game,..they would eat me. When my mother would punish me to go to my room,...I would scream and plead. If that didnt work i would"hide" myself in my doorway until i was reasonably sure that they were done playing,..then enter my room
Up until I was at least 11, I used to believe that a family of gnomes, who's physical appearance was much like the common garden gnome, lived under my bed and would steal my "nerves" (the only thing that I can compare them to is brain cells, which makes no sense) if any appendage hung over the edge of the bed. Not until a fateful science class, did I truly learn what nerves were.
Still to this day, I cannot let myself hang off the bed.
I used to believe that if I stopped breathing when the monsters were hiding under the bed, they would think I was already dead and move on to the next house.
I make my bed every day, and here is why: When I was quite young my father told me that if I didn't make my bed "day germs" would crawl up from the floor during the day and get under the covers. Then at night when I laid down they would crawl all over me and make me sick. Nice.
I believed that there were three ninjas, dressed all in black under my bed, and if I hung any part of my body over the edge of the bed they would cut it off with a VERY long sword. Also had dreams, where in fact this did happen. YIKES. Still dont hang anything over the edge to this day.
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.
When I was a kid, my bed was pushed up against the wall and since it was near a window, I always heard weird noises at night (cars going by, cats, birds, etc.) so I deduced that people/things lived in my wall and at night they would reach out and try to grab me. So, I always slept on the part of the bed furthest from the wall because I thought they're hands were like an inch from my back and if I turned over they would grab me and pull me into their "wall-home"
When I was about 9 or 10 my brother told me the story of Medusa, and said that he'd had a dream that she was hiding under my bed. Since then, every night when I turn out the light I have to take a running jump into bed in case she grabs my ankle. I'm now 21. It's very sad.
when i was younger, and was afraid of the dark, i thought that if right after i turned the light off, i didnt get on my bed quick enough, that a monster would nibble at my feet
when i was little i used to belive that if i got to close to my bed at nite little garden nomes would come out from under my bed and shoot me in the ankle with an arrow.
I was CONVINCED that there was a huge, slobbering grizzly bear living either under my bed or just out of sight in my closet. He would never be seen during the day because, naturally in my childish mind, he was noctural. DUH. So to cope with the terror bear, every night, I would go through the motions to avoid bear attacks. I would control my breathing and play dead for as long as I could. Then I would eventually drift into sleep, only to repeat the procedure the next night.
I used to believe there was a little old lady who lived under my bed and would nibble at my ear every night. Being one of the 4 girls out of my 11 cousins, the boys would pick on me; they made me truly believe this little old woman lived under my bed and I was absolutely terrified of her.
My bed lay along one wall of my room. I was convinced that there were little people underneath it, who could climb up the wall and into my bed. My teddy bear was always beside me and the wall, and I thought that, if I went to sleep with my back to it, the little people would come up and steal him. For years I could only sleep on my left side, for fear of impending teddy-theft.
i believed in things under my bed, but covered my fears. my little brother was more afraid as we shared the room. To compensate, I would have my play army soldiers and tanks positioned at strategic places around the room targeting all the exit points under our beds. that way, if any monsters or such came out, the army would take care of them. that really gave my brother a comfort on many nights. but it was not just for him. even today, i still thank the US Army for protecting us from monster that would come in the night.
I used to believe the dust "bunnies" under my bed were real bunnies! I used to try and crawl under my bed to try and catch them, or see if they would bite me! One did "bite me," but later I found out it was an static electricity shock.
i used to believe that i had a baker under my bed.