When I was little I thought that there was a hand that lived under my bed. I refused to walk on the floor of my bedroom for over a year. I would jump from the door to a chair and onto my bed.
I shared a room with my older sister. She had our brother hide under the bed one night. I had to go to the bathroom, the chair was too far away and she refused to pick me up and put me outside the door. I finally worked up the courage to step on the floor and my brother reached out and grabbed me. I peed all over him. But after that I wasn't afraid of the hand because I thought it had been my brother down there the whole time.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- My little brother was afraid of toliets cuz he thought monkeys would jump out of his butt.— ~~~ Crazy Bro ~~~
- When I was small, my brother would bug me and say that if my hand was bigger than my head, I had a tumor.Anon
- I used to believe that one day, my younger brother would be older than me and then he'd pick on me!— Andrew
- I used to believe that the people that worked in stores slept right there on the floor and lived there. Anon
- My older sister used to tell me that ants were bees. My mom was very confused when I refused to go outside.— Paulette
- My older brother used to tell me that if I "untied" it, I'd fly around the room like a balloon. — Gullible youth