under my bed

When I was little I used to fall off my bed and when I woke in the middle of the night I would find myself on the floor. Since I couldn't find my pillow (which usually fell on the other side of the bed) I deduced that a ghost would push me to the floor and take my pillow to sleep on it somewhere else. Of course, later the theory shattered when once I found the pillow on the other side of the bed (I looked that time)!

Anon

When i was little, i used to believe that in the case of a serial killer, monster, or various other demonic beings, that i could get hurt by them if my feet werent covered. And if i were to be attacked, the blanket over the head was a sure form of protection.

Also, if i was alone somewhere and heard a noise, i thought that freezing and not moving or looking at anything would keep me safe.

ashermayer

I used to believe that there were mummies underneath my bed. One night when I was really young I was up late one night and was watching one of my favorite shows. The show had mummies in it and they just scared the living daylights out of me. From that night on I would always jump into bed, I wouldn't even walk next to my bed in broad daylight. I still don't like mummies.

Austin B.

I used to belive in little elves that lived under my bed and if my feet weren´t covered they would bite my toes off. I still cannot fall asleep with my feet uncovered and I can´t wear socks since another belive made me think that if I wore socks to sleep I would get nightmares.

Eaa

When I was 4 or 5 I believed that after I had been tucked into bed, there was a skeleton stretched across my bed. I'd be too afraid to actually look to see. Some nights I would have nightmares that it was there and a teacher would point out all the bones and teach the names of the bones.

MS

I used to believe that there was an imaginary hole beside my bed that went straight to Hell. I was terrified that one morning I would wake up and fall down this hole and end up in Hell. Being raised Baptist didn't help matters lol

Diane

I used to believe when i was little that if i didnt keep my feet covered up when in bed that a guy would come and chop them off in the middle of the night. I spent many of summers sleeping with sweaty feet!!

stupid silly girl

when I was laying on my pillow at night with my eyes open, naturally I would hear little scratching like noises because I would blink and my eyelashes rubbed on the pillow to make a noise. I thought that it was a man on the other side of my pillow writing something.

Anon

I used to believe there was a monster under my bed. If I let any of my limbs hung of the edge, the moster would rip them off. If I stood too close to the bed, he would pull me under. So, I always slept in the middle of the bed (never fell out!) and I would leap on to my bed from as far away as I could.

Lisa Y.

I used to believe that if i stretched my legs out in bed, captain hook from peter pan would grab my feet and drag me back to nevergoodland (in neverland)

I still sleep curled up!

Anon

When I was a child and the wind blew strong I used to believe that someone was hiding under the bed.

FER

There ARE monsters under the bed but they won't eat you so long as you don"t get out of bed before 7am.

Sarah

I used to think there was a set of disembodied skeletal hands under my bed, lying in wait to grab me by the ankles. I had to take a run down the hall and fling myself into bed from the doorway in order to avoid them.

The monster under the bed stayed with me until my teens, but I'd steel myself to walk in front of my bed.

The monster finally left when my bedroom was moved into the basement. I think I'll be seeing it again when I have kids.

Snow

When I was very young I thought there was a skeleton lying under my bed and if I put my hand over the side, it would grab me. So I used to force myself to put my hand out, to prove to myself that I was being stupid.

Later this was mostly replaced by the fear that a black monk-like figure with a glowing green skull face would look back at me if I looked out of an uncurtained window at night.

It's sad to admit, but if I'm alone in the house, even now, these irrational fears come back to plague me - I still can't stand to have the curtains open at night, as my own reflection in the windows looks so creepy..!

Anon

When I was about 5, I was convinced that a household of lived under my bed- a vampire, a werewolf, a wizard, a mummy, ect. I thought I had to lay completely motionless, because the vampire's fangs would grow and curve around the bed and through my stomach, and if I moved he'd feel me and I'd die.

Ayla

When I was little I had a nightmare about crocodiles being on the floor of my bedroom. After that, every time I woke up from a nightmare I would be convinced that the crocodiles would be back as well (it didn't matter what the dream had been about) and I would sit in my bed being very scared to reach out and turn on the light, because I thought a crocodile would bite my arm off if I moved it off the bed. However, I knew that if I managed to turn the light on, this would make the crocodiles go away again.

I think this might have had something to do with having just moved house, with a green carpet in my new bedroom.

Anna

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.

Christina098

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.

liz

There were wasps between my bed and the wall. I couldn't let my hand droop down there or I'd get stung. I don't know when I decided there were wasps there, but I still cringe a lil when my hand falls into that lil crack.

Kal

When I was 5, I believed I had to pretend I was asleep as soon as I got in bed because a monster (bigfoot like) would come around to check. If he saw you awake through the window, he'd attack you. I could even hear the footsteps on the leaves outside of the bedroom. I later discovered this was the sound of my heartbeat in my ear against the pillow.

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