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A childhood belief about under my bed

I used to belive that there was an old guy living under my bed. At night I was so scared, I woke up ALOT. Around every hour. I would think I could hear him but it was my radio. I ran into my mom and dads room all the time. One night it was realy windy and garbige was tumbling on the road. I thought it was him running around outside. I stared to cry and ran in my parents room once again. They finaly told me but I still cried that whole night. Becuase of this i had manudaphobia (well thats what i call it) until 4th grade.

ps. I tried to keep it a secret!

— Chelsea

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