under my bed

I used to believe that the Slestak (from the TV show "Land of the Lost") lived under my bed, and if I didn't sleep with my hands and feet under the blankets, they would cut them off and replace them with the weird crab-like claws they had.

Veronika

When I was young, I believed that if I didn't keep my arms under the covers, someone would cut them off!

Anon

When I was little, and my mattress would start to squeak, and i thought that there were little tiny people that worked inside of my bed with hammers and that they were fixing my bed and that was what was making all of the noise. I once went downstairs late at night and i told my mom and dad that the people inside their bed must be working pretty hard to fix it because it was making alot of noise!

Anon

I used to believe there was a secret door to the gremlin world hidden under my bed

Mel

When i was little my bedroom was the one right at the end of the hall way, i belived that a shark (yes a shark) lived underneath my bed and so i would go to the other end of the hallway, get a run-up, and run and jump onto my bed at night because i believed that if i didnt then when i was standing at my bed the shark would eat my feet.

Speaksy

I used to hate going to sleep, I would kick and scream an run around my room, so to make me get in bed my mom told me that there were gypsies that wander around at night, and if little girls aren't in their beds at 8 or whenever my bedtime was, the gypsies would come and put them in a sack and take them away forever. I would hide under my covers and not let even my little toe stick out. I also didn't want them to grab my feet when I was getting into bed so I would get a running start in the hall and jump as far as i could to get to bed.

T.L.

I used to believe that if I let any body part hang over my mattress at night, that huge blades would come through the ceiling and cut them off.

Kerri

I used to believe that I had monsters under my bed, and in the daytime they were just all around the house. They were very, very stupid and gullible, though, so I would tell them:
"You can't get me because I'm on the toilet, and I can't defend myself so it wouldn't be a fair fight." My monsters, despite being monsters, didn't want to be unfair. There were so many rules as to when they could get me, such as they couldn't when I was with someone else so long as I was touching the person, or if I had my eyes closed, or if I was smiling, (?) or even if I was constantly talking! I would just have to say a bunch of random words nonstop. For each of these I had a logical reason why they couldn't get me.
Eventually I decided that I was overdoing it, so I would instead tell them: "You can get me in ___ seconds." and count really slowly. "One, one and a quarter, one and two quarters.." If I was counting to, say, 10, I would also pretend to forget where I was once I got to nine. I'd say: "Oh, wait, where was I? I think it was two, wasn't it?" And then I'd start over, and by the time 10 came around again I would be safe with my parents!

Anon

I used to think that there were 3 mini burglars under my bed that looked like golem with Zorro outfits. They were up to no good and were evil. It took 10 min's of trying to jump as far as poss away from the bed to the door to get my Mum to rescue me. Funny enough she could never see them.

Scaussie

My sister used to think that there were two people hiding under her bed, one had really short arms and would try to grab her from the sides of her bed, the other had super long arms but not long enough to grab her from the top and bottom of her bed. As long as she slept right in the middle of her bed, everything would be fine.

Ashley

When I was little, I thought that under my bed there was an invisible trap door. Under this trap door was a long starcase, and a vampire was always climbing up the staircase to kill me. Needless to say, I would jump on my bed everyday, to hit the vampire in the head after he opened the trapdoor and make him fall all the way down the stairs, so he could never get me. I was a very weird child.

Lydia

When I was young (29 now), I remember being scared to death of the "thing/monster" under my bed. If I had to pee in the middle of the night I was literally petrified to step foot on the floor for fear it would grab me. If I really had to go to the bathroom, I would climb on as much furniture as possible to get to the doorway. If I had to touch the floor, I ran like hell. Never seemed to bother me going back to bed though...lol

Chris

i used to believe that at night my floor would turn to water and if i tried to get out of bed at night, i would drown

Rea

my older sister gave me lots of phobias! one was the monster under the bed. so to avoid him i'd run from one side of the room and jump onto the bed. fine unless you have bunk beds - and i had (the bottom one). i only stopped once i'd knocked myself out about a dozen times.

rosie

I use to be afraid (I still don't like to do it) of letting me feet hang off the bed. I thought that if I did that something or someone would grab them in the middle of the night.

Melody Brinkley

Due to the movie Poltergeist and how the clown doll grabs the brother and pulls him into the other dimension under the bed, I spent years leaping from my doorway to my bed. I'm 27 and still do this sometimes.

This also led to my long-standing (still-standing) fear of clowns. It's the unnatural smile, I think. To this day I can't stand 'em.

Stephanie

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.

Anon

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.

Shishka

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.

Christina

I used to believe that creatures lived between my bed head and the wall. I had to sleep with my pillow stuffed in the gap between the mattress and the headboard in-case something reached up and touched me.

Mel G