under my bed

When I was little I always slept with my blankets over my ears because I was afraid that something would get in my ears. I watched that Star Trek movie one too many times!

Rachel

when i was young, i believed that a crocodile lived under my bed because i had a bad dream about it and thought it was real. I though it would try to bite me if i went near the edge of my bed! So when i had to go to sleep, i was really careful not to let my feet go near the bottom of my bed and jumped from a distance instead!

Anon

I used to believe that there was a scary version of Pee Wee Herman under my bed who would pull me under with huge spider-like arms and tickle me till I died. (I am EXTREMELY ticklish)

Shannon

I used to think that my bed had wierd polar bear type monsters underneath so when I went to bed I would try to hear them plotting wierd schemes on me now I am 11 and under my bed is filled with junk... no polar bears.

Mary

i used to believe that every friday night Freddy Kruger was under my bed and he was going to kill me

c

As kids, and to this day, my mom was/is a NEAT FREAK. A single dirty dish in the sink qualified as a kitchen of astronomically filthy proportions. Well, as it goes with most parents, we were not allowed to play outside or watch TV until we had cleaned up our room. At 8, 5 minutes is an eternity and surely you can't expect an 8 year old to spend an eternity cleaning their room when Power Rangers is on?! So my sister and I would push everything underneath our beds and race right out of there. Well, my mother was NOT having it. As a result, she told us that giant, flesh-eating cockroaches lived under our beds and LOVED large messes. In the middle of the night when we were sound asleep, they would sneak out from underneath and chew our precious little faces off. After THIS news, my sister and I decided to destroy the alien cockroach habitat underneath our beds and never, EVER allow so much as a speck of dust anywhere near the bedroom.

Yet another example of their fine parenting skills.

Crystal

I thought as a kid that zombies were just blue people with raggedy clothes, long nails, and messy black hair. So when I'd be in bed laying down (at the point where your head bobs back and forth when you're tired) I thought the bobbing was my bed actually moving. So what I imagined was that Skeletons and Zombies would pick up my bed and carry it around the world while i slept. But, If I woke up that they would drop the bed and I would be back in my room. So I would pretend like i was asleep so they would still carry me. I wasn't afraid of zombies or skeletons as a kid so it was sort of fun to imagine. When my grandma would ask me how I slept every Saturday morning, I would tell her China and England were nice lol. She could never figure out what I was talking about and died never knowing.

Texas Guy

I used to think that there were foxes under my bed, and that if you had a hand or foot hanging off the edge they would drag you under the bed and eat you. the only way to beat them was to jump off the end of the bed and make it out the door. I'm in my 20s now and I still don't sleep with any part of me hanging off the edge of my bed!

bewaretheevilfoxes

Once when I was taking a nap with my back to the room, and facing the wall, I felt someone splinch me on the back. I woke up with a start and turned over and my sister was in the doorway of the room, but too far away to have touched me. She swore she had not done it, but ever after that I NEVER sleep with my back to the room, if the bed is up against the wall.

Sallie

I used to believe that spiders would crawl into my ears if I didn't cover them at night. This fear (which lasted a couple of years) occured after I saw "Star Trek: Wrath of Kahn" which has a scene in it where crawlie things enter their ears.

Mariah

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.

Caroline

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.

Nicole

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.

TxTetley

I used to believe that before I went to bed at night I had to cover up anything in my room that was red, or the devil would get me. Also I thought all my dolls could see me at night so I would cover their heads and put them in the back of the closet.

kellyjoco

when i was younger i thouth there was an alligator under my bed so i would run from the door and leap up onto my bed so that he would not be able to get me

rach

I used to believe that there was a little man under my bed behind a big control bord(like the wizard of oz) and he contorled long arms that would grab me and drag me under...i still jump into my bed when its dark.

Jen

I thought that there'd be a man or some kind of skeleton under the bed that took his arms around the bed from underneath and would grab me. So I tried to stay away from the edges of the bed. :)

Another thing I was afraid of was skeletons climbing on the house on the outside. And when I was stairing at the window and closed my eyes for a few seconds then they would climb past the window. I just didn't want to see them. ;)

the guy that was afraid of skeletons

For some unknown reason to me I used to think that a terrible lobster lived at the bottom of my bed, and that if I put my feet all the way down to the end it would pinch off my toes.

I was scared to grow taller for fear that in my sleep I would put my feet all the way down by mistake.

Neil

I used to believe that alligators lived under my bed and the only way I could avoid getting my toes bitten off was to get a running start from across the room, leap into the air and into my bed before the alligators knew I was there. I believed somehow they didn't know how to crawl up into the bed with me

Leslie

You know how, before the advent of the duvet, the bedsheet could form a sort of 'bag' at the foot of the bed? Especially true when you're a kid and your bed's small but your sheets are grown-up sized. Anyway. I used to think that these 'bags' were occupied by lobsters. Lobsters with a taste for toes...

Anon