A childhood belief about under my bed

I used to believe that an ugly witch lived under my bed, but she could only come out if it was dark AND i was out of bed. Needless to say, turning off the bedroom light at the switch by the door took a great effort of planning and execution. It involved a quick flick of the switch followed by an immense leap onto the bed (generally followed by the angry cry of an isate parent disturbed by the noise of a not-so-small person landing on the bed). I would lie awake in the dark thinking of the grasping talons of the witches bony fingers reaching out greedily from under my bed.