I used to believe that in the middle of the night a monster that looked like a red hand with a pair of scissors came and 'trimmed' off the blankets that would come untucked from the bed so I had to sleep in the very middle and not get close to the edges- even tho I was tempted to slip my feet into that cool part over the side where it was tucked in. I was well into my thirties before I 'defied' that old fear and made myself purposely sleep with my feet hanging over the side(I don't tuck the sheets and blankets anymore). But I still sometimes feel uncomfortable and will draw back to the center.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- I was told that if you sleep on your back you swallow your tongue...I have been sleeping on my side ever since— scotty la
- I always had to sleep with my feet under the covers or else speed racer would drive over them.Anon
- That blankets had some magic quality that made it so you could become warm and stay that way— Michael
- I was always afraid of dracula so i would put tons of blankets over my neck— Lissa
- Thunder was the angels shaking their blankets out. Rain was the fairies crying.— wolfie
- When I got my feet measured by the electronic machine, I thought that the machine will squash my feet!— Helen