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I used to think that there was an alligator under my bed. I wouldn't go to bed until my dad built me a ramp so I didn't have to walk near my bed.
I was about 5-6 years old when I spent the night at an older friend's house. She told me that there were fingernails under the bed that would come out and get me if any body part (like your foot or hand) were hanging over the side of the bed.
This fact was confirmed the following morning while we were making the bed...her cat - hiding under the bed - scratched my foot. I about jumped out of my skin. For years I had to sleep squarely in the middle of the bed.
I used to think that there was a factory where toys, who were alive, were tortured and torn apart by an evil talking dog who oversaw the operation. I didn't stop believing this until my mother forced me to clean underneath of my bed, and I didn't find him there. Ha!
When I was younger I used to believe that at night alligators swam through the carpet as they do water. If I slept with a limb hanging over the bed, I thought it would be bitten off. To this day I cant sleep with an arm or foot dangling over my bed.
I was a disturbing child sometimes, i was cmpletely conviced a man was under my bed wit a HUGE knife and if I lied on my back he would stick it through my matress and, well... ya know, stab me... my bed was up against a wall so i would sleep on my side right up against the wall so his knife would be more likely to miss me...
I used to believe that if robbers or kidnappers would break into the house, they would hide out under my bed. So if I had to use the bathroom during the night, I would stand in the middle of my room and jump to my bed. (I never thought about getting out of bed quickly.) I did this until I found out that one of my grandparents' neighbors did this, too, when he hit the bedpost in the middle of the night and was rushed to the ER for stitches.
I used to believe there was a zombie in the corner of my bed where a lump was. I thought it was just waiting to eat my brains in my sleep. Needless to say, I ended up in my mums bed for the night.
I used to be scared of monster under the bed so i used to believe if i put at least three stuffed animals on each side of me the monster would tire of grabbing toys and leave me alone.
My brother used to believe that if he didn't fall asleep by 12 o'clock, a vampire would come up from under his bed and bite him. The bite would give him nightmares that night.
When I was little an uncle told me that lots of little men with razor sharp teeth and long pointy fingernails lived under my bed and would get me if I got out of bed at night. I was so scared I spent most of my childhood jumping from my bed to my door to go to the bathroom at night and then running and leaping from my door back into bed.
It took my mom years to figure out why she always heard thumping from my room at night. It was me jumping in and out of bed.
I used to believe that flat wolves would come and get me when I was in bed at night. I thought they could slide out from under the bed, pop up to full size and gobble me up.
I used to believe that monsters would get me in my bed UNLESS I completely hid under the covers and lay really still. For some reason I thought that I could make myself flat enough that it would look like no one was in the bed, thereby fooling the monsters.
I used to wake in the middle of the night believing that there were coyotes under my bed waiting to get me if I got out of bed. I was to scared to get up and run downstairs to my parents room.
once i looked under my bed and a flash of lightning came. Ever sine then i wouldnt look under my bed as i thought lightning would come. Then one day i dropped something and it went under my bed. i started crying as i was so scared. my parents freaked when i told them why i wouldnt look under my bed.
I grew up in a suburb about twenty miles from the Pittsburgh Zoo. As a child I was deathly afraid that a lion or tiger would escape from the zoo, jump through my second story bedroom window at night, and land on me as I lay in bed.
It never occurred to me how illogical it was to worry that a wild animal would make a bee-line for a little kid's house, twenty miles away, and feel the need to leap twenty feet or so into the air and right through his bedroom window.
Fortunatetly, all was not hopeless. If I just kept myself covered, even with just a sheet, then the big cat couldn't hurt me.
I used to believe that an ugly witch lived under my bed, but she could only come out if it was dark AND i was out of bed. Needless to say, turning off the bedroom light at the switch by the door took a great effort of planning and execution. It involved a quick flick of the switch followed by an immense leap onto the bed (generally followed by the angry cry of an isate parent disturbed by the noise of a not-so-small person landing on the bed). I would lie awake in the dark thinking of the grasping talons of the witches bony fingers reaching out greedily from under my bed.
my sister and i used to believe that there were gremlings hiding under our parents bed so whenever we wanted to get onto their bed or off it we jumped very quickly across, since we thought that if we were too slow the gremlings would reach out there long boney arms and grab our ankles. Thankfully this didnt last too long....
I used to believe that sharks would swim round my bed at nite so I had to completly wrap myself up in the covers so no skin was showing.As if a blankets gonna save you!!!
I also couldnt sleep being near the window with it open or shut as i thought the giants from the bfg would steal and eat me.
I believed that a platypus lived under my bed. Well, maybe I didn't actually believe it, but it might have been possible, and one can't be too careful about such things, can one? Anyway, it could climb up if I let the bedclothes touch the floor, so I made sure everything was tucked in. A male platypus has poison "spurs", so it's good to make sure one can't get into your bed.
i used to belive that there were monsters under my bed and if i farted to loud they would wake up and get really angry and eat me so i used to try to make my farts really silent, wierd....