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When I was little my sister told me that if I hold my feet off the edge of the bed that little "hermit-midget people" would cut my feet off and bbq them. I still to this day cannot sleep with my feet off the bed.
I used to believe that at night the devil came along to steal my soul. I could only escape by wrapping the blanket right up to my neck and tucking it around my body really tightly. How the blanket managed to fend of the powers of a truly evil demon I don't know. But though I don't believe this now I still have to keep my blanket tighly around my neck even in the middle of summer much to the annoyance of my husband.
i used to beleive that there was an alligator under my bed, and if i got out of bed at night he would bite my feet off...i have no clue where i got that idea from.
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I could not let my arms hang down off the side of my bed, because I was afraid that a giant lobster lived under my bed and it would grab my hands!
I grew up in a suburb about twenty miles from the Pittsburgh Zoo. As a child I was deathly afraid that a lion or tiger would escape from the zoo, jump through my second story bedroom window at night, and land on me as I lay in bed.
It never occurred to me how illogical it was to worry that a wild animal would make a bee-line for a little kid's house, twenty miles away, and feel the need to leap twenty feet or so into the air and right through his bedroom window.
Fortunatetly, all was not hopeless. If I just kept myself covered, even with just a sheet, then the big cat couldn't hurt me.
For fourteen years I shared a room with my sister. We had bunk beds. I slept on the top bunk. There was a ladder that I would climb up to get onto my bed, and when I was little, I used to have to climb as fast as I could because I thought my sister would morph into a monster and grab my legs.
My mom called the dust under my bed kitties i believed there was kitties living under my bed.
I used to believe that if you were up at midnight then freddie crugar and other evil things would come and make you go to bed!!!!!
when I was little in my room I had a blue carpet and when I had scarey dreames I would want to go to my mom & dad but I was afraid that their was sharks floating around my bed so I was afraid to go to my mom & dad
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I quite frankly "KNEW" that a detached green hand lived under my bed. If I approached the bed and was close enough, the hand would grab my ankle. For many years, I would turn off the ceiling light and dive into bed.
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I believed that while I slept, there was a man who lived in the light fixture in the ceiling who wore a pith helmet, and if I slept on my back and kept my mouth open, he would throw oranges in my mouth, which would not have been good.
When I was 6 years old I peered under my parents bed during broad daylight 11am. As I peered over the side , 2 white-pure long arms grabbed me my by the shoulders and pulled my body almost to the floor. "It" had fingernails and everything. I freaked out and tried to scream but no sounds came out. Anyways I physically pinned "its" wrists with my hands and it was pretty weak and it rapidly shook itself free and pulled itself under the bed insanely quick. I jumped like 7 feet out of that freaking room. The greatest jump of life as I call it. Of course when my parents went into the room like 1 minutes to check not a damn thing was there. Pissed me off too. To this day I still wonder what would have happened if the white hands would have won and sucked me under the bed.
ok, two versions. first i made sure that my arms and legs did not hang over the sides of the bed. if they did the wolves under my bed would tear them off, however i was safe as long as there was no hang over. second, i made sure that i slept on my stomach, because when theives broke into my room they would not stab me in the back. it was an honor among theives thing. i always woke up the next morning by following these simple rules.
That aliens would come out of the bathroom and run under my bed.
And when i use to sleep in my moms and dads room when she truned off the light a monster would come out of the closet.
I used to believe there was a man under my bed that would get me if he knew I was there, so every night I tried to lay as flat as possible so he couldn't tell I was under the covers.
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This isn't technically UNDER my bed, but...for quite a few years, I believed that if I didn't have my arms under the bedcovers, the KGB would break into the house and cut my arms off. (Why the KGB? My family listened to lots of religious radio shows, and one of them was about little Soviet children and their families who were being persecuted for their faith. Thanks a lot.)
My neice and nephew are very close in age to me. We were convinced when we were little that there was a monster under our beds called a 'toe biter' that would bite our feet if we let them hang over the edge. To this day I'm uncomfortable letting my feet hang over the edge of the bed.
I used to believe flying tarantualls were under my bed at night, and if i closed my eyes they would come out, and if i opened my eyes they dissperaed, but if i closed my eyes while i was under a blanket, they didn't know, and wouldn't come out the, i could take the blanket off and go to sleep!
my sister believes that if she dosent cover her feet at night i little man with grab them, after she told me this i saw an x-files that had a alien at the foot of a bed to this day i still cover my feet when i sleep even if thats all that is covered
Dinosaurs walked around at night... just outside my bedroom window. One night I woke up and saw a dinosaur's eye, that filled up the whole window, looking at me. I saw the movies... and it was thinking I might be pretty tasty for a snack. It was looking for it's babies that lived under my bed. To this day, I sleep with the window curtains pulled shut. I never found their tracks in the morning. No one believed me.
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