under my bed
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I used to believe the dustballs that collected under the bed would roll together at night until they formed one big fuzzy monster and could lean over the bed and eat me. Sometimes they'd roll out from under the bed in a sneak attack when I walked past and I'd run from the room. Nowadays I know it was just the breeze of my passing by. I think this might have come from Mom trying to get me to clean under my bed.
As a kid I saw Invastion from Mars,people would fall in the earth and get shot in the neck and then they became really evil. So I was terrified to get out of bed during the night thinking I would sink into the floor.
when I was little, my carpeting was a blue-green color. I was positive that there were alligators under my bed at night, and when I got out of bed I had to jump far enough away from the bed so that they couldn't get my legs. it was only once I got older that I got bold enough to even *try* getting out of bed at night. before that, I'd just cry for my mom to come get me from bed so I could go to the bathroom, etc.
I used to believe that if I didnt cover at least my neck vampires would come and suck my blood out. At the same time if I didnt cover my arms I believed witches would cut them off at exactly midnight and use them for their stews. And if I surpassed them by covering my arms I believed I had to cover my feet so Aliens wouldnt cut them off and take them as shoes..
I thought that if you let your arms or legs dangle of the side of the bed at night that an alligator would eat them.
I had this belief that if I slept with any space between the wall and me, a monster (usually an alien or Dracula,) would come up from the crack between the wall and the bed and attack me. I therefore slept crammed back against the wall. I still do. I also never dared to sleep with my wrists up, in case someone came and slashed them while I slept. I never moved my feet in case giant spiders were in the foot of my bed. I never slept on my left side, in case aliens came climbing through the window and zapped me up to their mothership. Have I could have prevented this by always sleeping on my right side, I still dont know. But it must have worked, cause I havent been zapped up yet. I had all in all many rules and rituals when it came to sleeping in my bed.
My bed lay along one wall of my room. I was convinced that there were little people underneath it, who could climb up the wall and into my bed. My teddy bear was always beside me and the wall, and I thought that, if I went to sleep with my back to it, the little people would come up and steal him. For years I could only sleep on my left side, for fear of impending teddy-theft.
Once when I was about seven, a babysitter had a friend over who brought the video "Planet of the Apes". Of one or another reason I was allowed to watch it, which made me think there were apes under my bed, apes under the stairs (so they could grab my feet), and apes in closets and behind doors. I`m over the bed-thing now, but I still run the stairs. I`m born in 75.
I had alligators and cartoon lions under my bed.
I used to believe that my Kermit the Frog doll would crawl under my bed at night and wait for me to hang a leg or arm over the side so that he could grab it and attack me.
i used to believe that there was something living under my bed and i always jumped like a half foot to get in my bed------i still do that!
I used to have a pillowcase which featured superheros on one side and supervillains on the other. I believed that if I slept with the supervillains side turned up, I would be attacked and killed by the supervillains, especially the dreaded Joker.
I saw "Halloween II" when I was around 9, and the image of Michael Myers will forever be burned into my brain. I used to cover myself completely with my blanket, fearing that if ANY part of my body came out from underneath the blanket, that Michael Myers would kill me. I finally got over that after I got married.
I saw a Sherlock Holmes movie which had people being killed by a pigmy who climbed up the drainpipe outside their rooms and shot them with a poison dart from a blowgun. I was convinced that the pigmy would eventually find his way to kill me but I could protect myself if I slept with lots of blankets because the dart would not be able to penetrate through the blankets and into my skin. To this day, while I no longer believe the evil pigmy is after me, I cannot sleep without many blankets even in the middle of summer.
I used to believe that there were various monsters that came out at night - and each monster was only after one particular body part. The "ear monster" for example would only eat ears. To this day I cover my ears when I sleep. I also decided that the monsters could only see like an inch in front of themselves so that if I stayed very still and under the covers they would never spot me. It all worked. I still have all of my parts.
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I used to believe that Gene Simmons (from the band KISS) lived under my bed. He was really nice to me as long as I laid on my stomach and held my hands a certain way underneath my pillow! Bizarre.
I also had the "cover-your-neck-with-the-blanket-to-ward-off-monsters" belief, but as an added twist I also had to keep my arms under the pillow at all times so they wouldn't be chewed by the wolves and crocodiles that prowled my room at night.
when I was about 8 yrs old.. My father
had been doing some repairs and renovations around the house. The door knob on my bedroom door was off for a few days.. I woke up about 2 or so in the morning and when I looked at the door it was like this creepy eyeball was staring at me through the hole where the knob should of been.. i was frozen in my bed could not move or scream.. it was evil looking.. it went on for 3 days till the knob got fixed.
To this day it still gives me the shivers when I think about it.
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There was a time in my young, impressionable life that I watched an inordinate amount of television. During one evening's sojourn into the Idiot Box, I happened to peruse a commercial for a lovely chocolate confection called a Chunky due to its large and solidly square shape. The advertisement then showed a Chunky growing larger and larger, accompanied by loud thudding sounds. This somehow horrified my prepubescent synapses, and was thereby transposed by my naivete into an under-the-bed monster which lasted throughout not only my horrified childhood, but also the childhood of my sisters offspring, as she told them the story of the hideous Chunky that awaits the appearance of tiny toes over the side of the bed should they try to get out of it during the night.
A candy bar that eats children.
To this day, I have never eaten a Chunky.
I used to think that as long as you were covered up at night, no monsters could eat you. I was sure that if I left even one foot uncovered, it'd be taken right off. There were nights in July & August when I'd be roasting, but I still covered up!
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