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I used to believe, like any other child, that there were monsters under my bed, except I believed that they were just misunderstood and I could make friends with them if I tried. So I would persistently stay awake at night and try to hear the monsters coming so I could say hello.
after seeing "the phantom of the opera" at the tender age of eight, I believed for years that his cavern had a door tha was right under my bed. for at least a year, i wouldn't step anywhere near the edge of my bed, and would jump ont o my bed from the doorway.
most kids get the boogey man... i got the phantom of the opera under my bed. thanks mom.
I quite frankly "KNEW" that a detached green hand lived under my bed. If I approached the bed and was close enough, the hand would grab my ankle. For many years, I would turn off the ceiling light and dive into bed.
When I was little, I read too much narnia and a friend of mine lied to me and told me that we were from narnia so I thought I should go there. I decided narnia was under my bed so I crawled under there and thought that if I crawled against the wall long enough, I would pop into narnia. It never worked :(
When I was 12 or 13, I began imagining that huge spiders were coming to get me as soon as I closed my eyes to go to sleep at night. I was old enough to know that this was silly, but the image was disturbing enough to keep me awake. So I developed an equally silly defense mechanism: As soon as I closed my eyes, I would pretend to enclose myself in a box, building the box wall by wall. I would think, “side, side, side, side, top, bottom,” and presto!
But soon, this wasn’t enough. After all, the big spiders were right there just on the other side of the wall! So I would repeat the process over and over, building up layer after layer of boxes.
This became such a long, drawn out process that I soon figured out a more efficient way. I would build just one box, but each wall would magically expand outwards infinitely (in the process making a little “pshooo” sound, like if you pretended to fire a missile). So I would think, “side (pshooo), side (pshooo), side (pshooo), side (pshooo), top (pshooo), bottom (pshooo).” If you don’t think “pshooo,” it’s just a regular wall after all.
But it quickly occurred to me that there were chinks in the armor at all the edges, and don’t forget the corners! So, the nightly ritual became “side, side, side, side, top, bottom, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner,” each step accompanied by a little “pshooo,” and with my closed eyes scanning around to indicate which edges and corners I was covering. With that, I was finally able to fall asleep in perfect peace.
I think the spiders vanished from my thoughts within a few months, but I performed the 26-“pshooo” ritual every night almost until college.
I used to jump into and out of bed because I thought that there were people waiting there that would chop off my toes and sell them.
If someone broke into my house at night my ninja turtles would come to life to protect me.
When I was 3 or 4, I believed that Kermit the Frog was waiting at the foot of my bed with an axe, and would chop off my toes if I let them hang over the edge.
i used to beleive that every night when i went to bed there were two mice that would come out and draw a diagram of my body. This was there science project and it took them two years to complete.
When i was little,i believe that there was a monster under my bed and another in my closet
i even made my 2 little brothers (twins) sleep in my room,one next to the bed,the other in front the closet door,figuring that if they were there,they would get eaten and the monsters would be full by the time they got to me.lol i was a nice big sister,wasn't i?
I could not let my arms hang down off the side of my bed, because I was afraid that a giant lobster lived under my bed and it would grab my hands!
I used to think that there was an evil sock monster under my bed. He was made of socks and had a pair of pants on its head!
i used to think that all the dust under my bed has always been eaten by a little monster... but, to tell the truth, my mother cleaned my room...
When I was 3-5 I used to believe that there was a green slimy monster under my bed and an evil spoon and fork pair with scissors in my closet. So I concocted a monster potion that would put them to sleep with me for the night and they wouldn't get me. I sprayed it under my bed for a really long time and I still believe in the fork&spoon...I will never go to sleep without my closet door closed.
I had really long hair when I was young and I was terrified of it falling over the edge of the bed at night because the little mustard-coloured men who lived under my bed would climb up my hair and tie me down to the bed and stick pins in me. I had just read Gullivars Travels.
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I always thought that there was a guy wearing a bandana who lived behind the curtain next to my bed and he would get out in my sleep and tickle me to death. Sometimes I even found him in my dreams.
I saw The Blob too young. I used to think that if I wore red to bed, the blob would come out from under the bed and eat me.
I used to believe that there was a group of monsters who met under the bed that I slept in at my grandmother's house. There was a vampire, a witch, an octopus, and several unidentifiable creatures, and there meetings always seemed to be when I was visiting. I thought they could see through the mattress, sheets, and my pajamas, and my mother had told me not to let anyone see me naked, so I would always wrap up in layers and layers of covers, even when it was hot.
When I was little I used to go on an adventure every morning by sliding down my bed underneath the covers and getting out at the foot rather than the side. So many times I felt mortal fear as I thought the bed would keep going and going and suck me up forever.
When I was younger I believed that there was a lion under the foot of my bed and if i stretched my feet out all the way it would attack my feet. I still sleep curled up.
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