under my bed
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When I was eight I believed that everything you see in tv programmes were real-so when I was flicking through channels and saw a girl grabbing her bedroom door as she was being sucked under the bed I blocked the space under my bed so the "boogie man " wouldn't get me!!
When I was very young I used to sleep in a sleeping bag on top my bed underneather the sheets though. I was always wondering where my feet were. I could feel strange things down there. Every time I looked I couldn't see anything because it was so dark down there.
One time something pinched my toe. (it was the zipper but I didn't know that.)
One day I had to find out, so crawled down to the bottom of my sleeping bag. Boy was I surprised when I got stuck. I thought something had grabbed me and I start yelling and screaming... and my dad had to come and rescue me.
I used to believe that at night, a man came through a trap door under my bed and waited for me to fall asleep so he could reach up and grab me. I always put my teddy bear in bed next to me and if I would wake up the next morning with the teddy bear on the floor (which it always was because I would roll over and it would fall off) then I would know that the man tried to grab me but got the teddy bear instead.
I used to believe that my ceiling had giant razor blades hidden in it. They would come down around the four sides of my bed while I was sleeping and any body part that hung over the bed would get chopped off. I have no clue why I thought this, I guess I just had a really active imagination.
When I was about 13, I watched way too many horror movies, and for some reason I used to think that Jason fron the Friday the 13th movies, Michael Myers from the Halloween series, and Alfred Hitchcock were hiding in my room and would "get" me if I didn't turn on the light when I went in. This was made worse by the fact that I didn't have an overhead light in my room and had to walk all the way over to the lamp next to my bed and would close my eyes until I turned it on, convinced that they couldn't get me if I couldn't see them.
For some reason, I was never scared of Freddy Krueger.
when I was 4, I used to believe every night when I went to bed, that robbers, kidnappers, and murderers were waiting under my bed for me. So I believed that if I yelled and talked to them, "I know you're under there! Go away!" and all sorts of gibberish, that they'd believe they were found out and would have to leave.
I used to believe an evil crocodile lived under my bed and that once the light was off, if I put an arm or a leg over the side of the bed, it would leap out from underneath and bite them off.
i used believe that when i went to sleep in the dark ,4 strange men would crawl out from under my bed andspin it round and round when i had my eyes closed,or open a magic hatch under my bed andfly it round the middle of the earth,and if i opened my eyes they would hide and id just fall to my death!
My brother and I shared a bunk bed. He was older so he got the top bunk. I envied him because I thought that the Hamburglar was hiding under my bed. I had nightmares of the Hamburgler tickling me, and hitting me because I'd laugh at him. I knew laughing at him would make him mad, but I couldn't help it, and he'd get mad.
It sucked.
I used to believe that tiny men came to my bed at night and would cut off my feet unless i kept the covers tight tucked under my body. to this day i still sleep like that.
When I was about 2-3 my mom told me that as long as I was under my covers that no monsters could get me. I believed her and I still feel more comfortable all covered up.
I was always terrified of spiders, and when the lights went out I was convinced that they would crawl up under the sheets and amass at the foot of the bed. So I slept curled up in a tight ball, never straightening my legs for fear they'd get me.
when i was younger i used to think there was an old skiny man with silver skin and huge white eyes that never blinked under my bed that would grab me. to this day i take a running jump to get into bed!
I used to think that tigers would chew my limbs off while i was sleeping if any part of them was sticking out from under the bed clothes. So i would tuck the sheets and blankets under my body, and sleep on my back - without moving - all night. This continued residually until i was 28 or so... and now i can occasionally risk letting an arm or leg stick out when its really hot...
i used to believe that there was ants and maggots at the bottom of my bed and so i slept on the floor until i was about 5
When I was a little kid I believed that there always was a monster under my bed who's going to eat my shoes if I left them on the floor. So every night I put my shoes on the table so that the monster could not eat it. Until age of five or so...
I used to think that a clown lived under my bed and tried to eat me while i was asleep
When I was five I was terrified that there was a big letter Z under by bed. I had a dream that I looked under my bed, and there was a big, plushy-looking letter Z there, and when I saw it it went, "Zzzzzzzz". Thereafter for a time I was afraid to look under my bed, in case the Z was there and it buzzed at me again.
top belief!
I used to think that snakes were under my blankets at the foot of my bed. For years I would fall asleep with my knees tucked into my chest. When I was about 6 years old I knew there were no snakes because I checked everynight, but I still couldn't bring myself to straighten my legs.
One night my father came in and knelt by my bed and lovingly told me that I had nothing to worry about. There were no snakes in my bed. I told him that I knew that but I still didn't straighten my legs. So he told me that he would prove it to me. He threw back my blankets and I let out a blood curdling scream. There at the base of my matress was a huge snake.
My "LOVING" father had slid a rubber snake under my blanket while he was kneeling next to my bed.
My mother came running into the room and saw what had happened and started ripping into my father. But he was laughing so hard that pretty soon we were all laughing and I never had that problem again.
I used to believe* that you shouldn't dangle your feet out of the bedclothes at night because witches live under the bed (all beds) and they sneak out and bite your toes if you ever get a bit forgetful and drop your loeg off over the side......
I'm 48 now, and I've never heard of any argument thats convincing enough to make me change my ways!
* I have to say that I still believe this...It might sound silly, but I've still got all ten toes, and I'm not going to start risking things now.....
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