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You know when you wake up from a sudden jerk, that causes your body to jump? Well I used to believe that those were monsters under my bed, that used to poke me. Only to keep me up all night, so I don't sleep.
I was always told there was a boogie man under my bed, getting ready to eat me. I managed to sleep in my own bed, but I was SO afraid to. Then I thought of my own plan. I would jump on my bed so it would hit the boogie man and he'd be injured. I jumped up and down, up and down on my bed. I actually enjoyed it. I had the confidence to sleep in my bed now, but then i felt a grab at my arm. I started to scream, but saw that it was just my older sister, knowing about the whole boogie man thing. She smiled and laughed at me.
I used to believe that evil horrible monsters with big gnashing teeth and yellow eyes lived under my bed. I used to dread going to sleep as I knew I had to turn out the light and successfully cross the room to my bed...I would peel back my covers run to the wall light switch turn it off then run quickly across the room taking a flying leap a metre from the bed whilst praying all the time they would not reach out and pull me under the bed. Once in the bed, the covers would be pulled over my head whilst saying the Our father and believing that with each line the long sinewy black arms that had wrapped themselves around me and the bed had somehow been controlled and pushed back under the bed...until next time!!
When I was young about 7-10 years old, I used to like the bedroom really dark to go to sleep but I used to believe that witches lived under my bed during the night. If I wanted a drink or needed the toilet, I would have to jump off the bed and land at least 3 feet away so that they didn't grab my ankles. Same thing applied to getting into bed again, launching myself from a distance to land on the bed. I suppose I eventually rationalised that there would not be room for witches what with all the toys I used to store under the bed but it still makes me chuckle now, (and where did they go during the day?)
I used to believe that midnight was the time when the monsters came out.n As a budding insomniac and avid under-the covers (with a flashlight) sci-fi reader, my idea of a monster was somewhere between a vampire and an alien. I used to sleep with my head at the foot of the bed so they wouldn't bite my neck or abduct me.
I use to believe that If I could completely cover every inch of my body with the blanket at bedtime that it would create a magical force field that would keep monsters out. I would spend about 10 minutes a night trying to tuck in any little holes in my force field and then I was scared to move an inch lest I create a monster hole. Man it got hot in there.
In the early 70's, in my early teens, our school presented a series of black and white movies, presumably created in the early-to-mid 60s against the use of drugs. In one scene there was a guy who was coaxed by another group of guys to go "party" with them. The group injected something into the guy who said no and struggled to get away. After that, he was a full-blown junkie, selling everything he owned, desperate for his next fix, and looking like a ghoul. After that, every night I thought these guys would be under my bed and inject drugs into me and turn me into a junkie. Again, the same fetal position, bunch the blankets over my entire body, nothing touching the floor, no appendages hanging over the edge. They were THERE!
Well, I was a very strange child. For some reason I was terrified of sleeping with my legs uncurled because the Alligators that inexplicably lived at the end of my bed would BITE OFF MY TOES!
Oh, and I had a strange phobia of windshield wipers, screaming uncontrollably whenever they were on. Yeah.. I was weird
My back of my bed had buttons which I thought when I had a nightmare that I could "change" the channel on the dream.
Living in San Diego when I was young, there were our share of earthquakes. When I was in bed for the night and a earthquake hit, it would naturely cause the bed to jump, bump and slide around. I was convenced it was my sister under the bed causing the problem. So I would start yelling for my mom and dad to come and get her so she would get in trouble.
i used to believe that there was evil little people under my bed and everytime i would get out they would shoot at my feet with little canons, or tie me down and take me away, so every time i got u i`d stand on my bed and jump as far as i could and run out of my room
When I was about 6 I used to believe there were crocodiles living under my bed. My dad used to pretend to drag them out and flush them down the toliet, I wouldn't sleep until he'd supposably got rid of them all.
A train used to whistle off in the distance in the middle of the night. I used to believe the train would eventually come right through my bedroom, so I'd hide under the covers until I couldn't hear it anymore. I obviously didn't understand what train tracks were.
As a child I was afraid of the dark and had a night light in my room. I couldn't sleep without it although its dim light probably gave the room a creepier look. I was sure there were monsters lurking under my bed and behind every nook and cranny but.. the trick was to hide completely under the bed covers, not even a finger showing, because the rule was that if you're completely covered the monsters couldn't get you! I have no idea where I got that rule or why I thought that the bed covers were such adequate protection..
When I was young, I used to believe that while I was sleeping at night, the ghosts of dead people would pass over my bed - over and over again. So I had to make sure I didn't breathe too heavy or they would know I was alive and want to take me with them - if they didn't see my breathing they would leave me alone.....
Strange, I know.... :-)
after watching 'the little mermaid' i was so terrified of ursula the 'baddie sea witch'that i believed she lived underneath my bed to bite my toes if i got out of bed at night!(i think my father had some involvement in this!)
Visits to my grandfather's house always included leaving Oreo cookies for the trolls that lived underneath his bed and would only come out at night...There was always excitement when we discovered that the Oreos had been eaten. One evening, I camped out on his floor with a flashlight for what seemed like hours, just trying to catch a glimpse of one of the trolls. I was sure that I could befriend them, if only we could meet.
I used to believe* that you shouldn't dangle your feet out of the bedclothes at night because witches live under the bed (all beds) and they sneak out and bite your toes if you ever get a bit forgetful and drop your loeg off over the side......
I'm 48 now, and I've never heard of any argument thats convincing enough to make me change my ways!
* I have to say that I still believe this...It might sound silly, but I've still got all ten toes, and I'm not going to start risking things now.....
When I was 8 I couldn't sleep one night. But then, I heard some kind of a low sounding growl that my young mind translated as a lion underneath my bed. It wouldn't stop growling, so I made a mad dash into my parents' room screaming "MOM! MOM! THERE'S A LION UNDER MY BED!"
It turns out that the "lion" was my dad snoring. We bug him about it to this day.
I use to cover my head at night because I thought monsters would give me a bad hair cut while I was sleeping!