under my bed
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Some Times when i try to fall aslep(by the way im 12) i feal some cold breaze and i think its a gost and i get realy cold and swety and i get realy scard when my feet get out of the blankes.
I Beleive in gosts
My sister used to think that while she was sleeping whitches would come from under the bed and cut here bottom off .
i always thought that there was a creature living under my bed that you could never see. i always said my prayers at night and would kneel down by the side of my bed, until i thought that the monster would grab you by the legs , pull you under and eat you alive! so instead of kneeling by the bed i would kneel on the bed because i was sure that it could not reach me from there...i just recently noticed that it wasn't true but i still have my doubts!!!!
When I was about five a started sleeping on the top of my old bunk bed. I used to pad out the bottom bed with pillows and curl up inside my quilt on the top, this way I thought if anyone broke in they would check the bottom bed cause it was closer to the floor then give up! To this day I still curl up completely inside my quilt.
When I was little I used to think that freddy koogar (however you spell it) and the boogie man were best friends and had late night parties underneath my bed on occasional nights. What I was really hearing was my brother's loud music going from his room into mine.
My cousin used to believe that the boogey man would come out of his bed and eat his head and then he thought Count Spankula came and spanked him when he was 5.
I used to believe that the monsters in the dark couldn't get me only if I had one teddy bear on each side of me.
when i was like three i didn't believe there was monster under my bed...I just complained to my Mom about "The Yucky Guy in my room" she used to pick up the phone and act like she was calling the "Yucky Guy"'s mom to tell on him, then I was ok!
When I was little my room was pitch black at night and i would leave the hall light on. My stupid older brother would turn it off and get down on all fours and since i couldnt see cause it was pitch black i couldn't see where he was so then he would grab my leg and i would scream like heck cause i thought is was the monster under my bed (there was a monster under my bed i checked and it wasn't just a sweater :) ) i still hate my brother for all the times he did that and i fell for it.
I used to believe that there were two men who lived under my bed who wanted to kidnap me. I thought they would only come to get me when I walked near my bed, or had my shirt over my eyes(taking on or off a t-shirt). As a result, I always ran and jumped onto my bed from as far away as I could get, and changed very quickly.
Once, when I was 8 yrs old or so, my older sister, age 10 , told me that a person name Jakrin Anger would "come and strangle me to death while I was in my bed, anyday now".
Gullible child I was, every night I would make my mum and dad check everywhere for a person named Jakrin. they laughed, but realized that I was serious when I began to cry.
I finally, FINALLY, stopped my fear of Jakrin when I was 11, when my sister finally decided to end the stupid little trick. Needless to say, I was steaming.
when I was about 7 I thought that aliens hid under my bed. I wouldn'd sleep in my bed for a whole year!
I as long as I can remember I used to believe that there were snakes at the foot of my bed so I would sleep with my feet covered by my nightgown, my body curled in a ball so my feet would be covered. Even when I woke up with my knees aching from being bent for hours I wouldnt put my feet down into the foot of my blankets, not even after patting down the blankets with my hands to make sure that there really were no snakes. I just could not go to sleep with my legs straight and my feet at the foot of my bed. Also had to keep my arms under the covers and my ears covered to keep away the monsters and the gorilla and NEVER dangled any body parts over the side of the bed and I would turn off the light and run and jump into bed as fast as I could so the alligators under the bed would not get me. Had lots of nightmares as a child, I was a childhood mess. After seeing Psycho as an adult I could not take a shower for at least a year and never since, when home alone. Dont watch scary movies or read scary books if I can help it.
From the age 4-7 years I believed a witch lived under my bed. So every night I would get in starting position by my light switch, flick the light off; then proceed to run as fast as I could and launch myself onto my bed so the 'witch' wouldn't grab me and put me in a potion. There were several times when I'd trip over a toy and land flat on my face on the way to my bed. Once I even jumped too early and missed the bed altogether, landing flat out on my stomache!
As a child I was a affaid of the dark. I was just getting over my fear when a teacher said she used to believe there was a mad axa man under her bed - always. This really scared the hell outta me and it took me years to get over that comment.
I like to think of myself as pretty philosophical as a child. One night as my mother was tucking me into bed I told her I was certain there were bed bugs in my bed. When she asked how I knew this, I confidently assured her, it was because I could hear them bouncing ont he springs. Needless to say, it was just a squeeky matress.
I used to believe that under the floor under my bed there was a room. all the monsters under my bed would hide in the room whenever somebody looked under the bed
i used to think that if i stood barefoot near my bed long enough at night the boogy man would reach my foot and pull me under...i made up that he was like allergic to clothes and stuff so i would always wear socks or slippers....the stupidest thing is i started beiliving in him after that disney movie dn't look under the bed...i didn't even know wat a boogey man was before that movie lol
When my sis and I shared a room, we had bunk beds. I always refused to sleep on the bottom because I was convinced there were alligators living under there. It didn't help that my brother had a stuffed alligator, and would sometimes put it under there just to scare me.
When I was tiny, I feared a creature that I named the Bad Lady Hands. This must have really scared me, because usually you can't remember stuff from when you're a baby, but I remember being in a crib and these white, really white hands, as white as powder, and they would hang over my crib and try to get through the bars and wiggle their fingers at me. There was no one attatched to them, just hands. I'm thinking now that it may have just been grownups looking at me and waving and all of that stuff, but it sure scared the heck out of me!
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