I used to believe…
from when i was about 6 to when i was about 10 or so i used to believe that there was a scary monster with a grean leafy hand living under my bed and at night when i had to go to the bathroom i would be terrified that when i got up the had would reach out and grab my ankle and pull me under. So i usually would hold it or if i really really had to go i would stand up on the edge of my bed and jump as far as i could away from my bed and make a mad dash for the bathroom.
