under my bed

I used to believe that there were these hands that would extend out from underneath my bed and try to take the sheets or comforter off of me while I was trying to go to sleep. I had many sleepless nights.

Noe

When I was younger my older brother told me that weasels lived under my bed and if I ever let go of my pillow They would get me. So for about a year I carried around a pillow everywhere I went. Silly huh?

Jenna

I used to believe Hitler lived under my bed! lol

Anon

I used to think that if my toes weren't covered by my blanket while I slept then little troll monster things would hop up and eat them...

I still don't leave them uncovered at night...

Anon

I don't think this is very unusual cause I know lots of other people used to do this but I used to believe that there was a monster under my bed that would grab my feet when I got on and off the bed... so I used to run and jump onto my bed and then when I had to get off I'd make sure to leap far away from the bed.

Meg

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.

Nicole

There was a Close-and-Play production of the House of Usher. It was quite frightening to us wee ones. When Madaline crawled from the grave and burst into the room she yelled, "Uhhhh" we ran from the room.
From that time on we called that monster the Uhh. Because I was the oldest, she lived under my bed at night. Eventually my brother and I killed the Uhh with a bomb. There was a toy called time bomb. It was basically a timer shaped like a bomb. You tossed it back and forth and if you had it when it went off, you lost. We wound up the bomb for three minutes, rolled it under my bed at midnight and ran for cover. Convinced she was dead, we slept soundly ever since.

John & David

I used to believe there was a giant snapping turtle under my bed and if my foot got over the edge of the bed, even a little bit, it would bite my foot.

Fran

When I was very young I believed that a family of witches lived underneath my bed. I imagined that when one of my feet was on the floor, the witches could open their refrigerator and see that foot inside. I always got into and out of bed quickly to avoid having my feet eaten.

Sean

Wolves lived under my bed when I was a kid.

ricolarno

When I was in fourth grade, I use to imagine that if I let my hand hang down over the bed, some cute 13 year old bad boy would come out, and I would then naturally reform him into a good boy. We would fall in love and get married. I was just a little bit romantic

Anon

I used to belive that there was an old guy living under my bed. At night I was so scared, I woke up ALOT. Around every hour. I would think I could hear him but it was my radio. I ran into my mom and dads room all the time. One night it was realy windy and garbige was tumbling on the road. I thought it was him running around outside. I stared to cry and ran in my parents room once again. They finaly told me but I still cried that whole night. Becuase of this i had manudaphobia (well thats what i call it) until 4th grade.

ps. I tried to keep it a secret!

Chelsea

When I was five, I was terrified of the dark. (Kind of still am.) But at the time, I thought that if I tucked my blanket under my arms, legs and around my head, so that I was completely covered up, nothing evil could penetrate it, and I would be safe. One morning my mom came in to wake me up and in one swift motion she jerked the blanket completely off of me. Goodbye security.

Martha

I was a true believer in monsters under the bed, but since I handn't been eaten yet, I figured I had good monsters under my bed. I also heard strange noises at night from my parent's room (my dad snoring) so I figured there were evil monsters under their bed, but they were too afraid of my dad to eat them. I remember every night, whispering to the "monsters" under my bed and asking them to please tell the monsters under my parent's bed not to eat them.

Anon

I used to always think a werewolf came out of my bed at midnight if I wasn't asleep, unless I didn't move at all; then he wouldn't notice me. I pissed in my pants many times because of this, when I had to go to the bathroom very late at night but was scared of the werewolf.

Anon

My sister was haunted by the belief that a fox would take her and eat her. She always looked under her bed before she jumped all the way from the door and right into the bed (several meters! LOL!) Then, safe in bed, she bent over to check again under the bed.

Her cousin told her that foxes even could climb walls, so she had to stop sleeping with her window open.

Sister

I used to believe that there were tickle torture people that would get you when you were sleeping with your under arms or bottom of your feet exposed!

Anon

I shared a bunk bed with my younger brother (who slept in the top bunk) and thought that gorillas had come into our room at night to get us. I would not make a sound when I woke in the middle of the night because I knew that they had already 'gotten' my brother and they were on the top bunk and under the bottom bunk, just waiting for me to get out of bed and go to the bathroom... so that they could get me too. I peed the bed more than once over that one!

Lucynda

I used to believe there was a hippo under my bed and unless i didn't jump far enough away from the end of my bed, he'd grab my legs and drag me under!!

Sophie Lyon

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!

toria(uk)