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A childhood belief about under my bed

When I was 4 or 5, we had a cat. This cat would eat anything on the planet, so long as it crossed her path. My parents used to call her the Walking, Talking Vaccuum cleaner, and I was CONVINCED that the vaccuum cleaner was going to get me in my sleep. (I made no connection whatsoever to the cat) I would lie in bed, waiting for this vaccuum cleaner to come and eat me. I'd scoot as close as I possibly could to the wall and fall asleep there, hoping the vaccuum wouldn't come and suck me up!

— Orca

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