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When I was little I believed that Hulk Hogan lived under my bed and would kill me if I got up. I don't have any idea why I was afraid of him.
when i was little, i thought that in the middle of the night, if any part of your body was outside of the covers, a man with an axe would come and chop that part off! i was so scared, so i tried to stay awake, but i fell asleep anyway.
I used to tuck the sheets in under every possible side of the mattress... out of the fear that something would bite at my arms/legs... usually spiders, but sometimes crabs with big claws.
I still feel uncomfortable to this day when my leg is hanging over the edge of the bed
I thought there were two men underneath my bed and they could only get me when the light was off, so I had to turn the light on every time I stepped into my bedroom.
when i was younger i use to watch "chuckie".. and at night when i went to sleep i thought (we had bunk beds) if you slept on the bottom bunk chuckie would come under my bunk when my sister, who was on top, fell asleep and kill me. i would start crying and screaming begging my sister to let me sleep with her ontop but she said no. and started makin fun of me saying that he was going to come out and get me.. this only made me scream louder. *weird*
I used to have a fear that if I got out of bed at night and didnt set my feet down far enough from the bed something would grab my ankles and pull me under the bed.So before bed I would take a run and go and jump about 4 feet from my bed and I would always land safely in the middle of my mattress.And I used to be afraid when I was sitting on the toilet that a hand would grab my butt and pull me in.I was a weird kid....
When I was 7, I read this little story from some book of scary stories. In the story, a cat goes under a kids bed and unlocks a portal to the underground monster world and the monsters could grab the kid. When my dog went under my bed, I always thought that she unlocked the portal and the monsters were going to get me.
When i was about 8 i got a cabin bed from my parents. It freaked me out having to climb up the stair because i thought there was someone behind the bed waiting to grab me by my ankles, and drag me away through the stairs.
Like many young children, I enjoyed jumping on my bed, espcialy since I was not suppose to do it. One particular time I was jumping, I looked at the opposite end of my bed and saw a "bump" go up when my feet touched my bed. I was a little shocked, so I did it again to see if it would happen again. It did, and I immediatly thought that it was some sort of monster on in my matress that got scared when I jumped on my bed. I even tried to jump on the "monster", but was a little angry when I saw that it moved to the other side of the bed. It was a few years later that I realized it was just my bed going up due to my jumping.
My sister told me that there where alligators under the bed and if I needed to pee in the middle I had to reach over and join hands with her (from the other bed) and together they couldn't get us.
Dinosaurs were under my bed. If I got up during the middle of the night i had to pee, i had to jump off the end of my bed and hit the ground running, or else the raptors (incidentally the same ones from the jurassic park movies) would get me.
When I was a little girl my twin brother and I were convinced that leprechauns lived under our bed and in our closet, not to mention under the stairs and in the basement. My father told us both that if we got out of bed during the night that they would pull us under and that if we slept with anything hanging off the bed they would bite it off. One night (we were about 6) we got out of bed and 'led' them out of our house with a box of cookie we stole out of the kitchen. We thought we were so brave.
I used to think there was a goblin under my bed that would get me if I came to close, so I had to jump onto my bed without getting to close. It was fun.
I also used to think that there was a vampire under my bed. I had an active imagination (and still do), so I thought he would make his teeth grow, like in the old movies, and they would go though the entire bed and go through my arm and kill me.
I was a weird kid.
I used to believe that if I didn't sleep in the middle of my bed the monstors would reach up and grab me.
I used to be afraid that E.T. was under my bed!
when i was younger,
i believed that at night, the yip-yip aliens from sesame street and scraggly hobos looked at me through my window that hung over my bed, something terrible lived behind my ceiling tall dollhouse, and numerous things ready to grab my legs lived under my bed.
But when i ran to my parents bed for protection i was sure they had turned into crazy zombie/escaped convicts. So i would stay at the edge of there bed petrified with fear.
To combat my older sisters' fear of the monster under her bed, my mum invented "Charlie the Monster" who would occasionally leave candy under her pillow. And because she was such a fair mum, Charlie would leave sweets for me too! It was like an all year 'round Easter Bunny.
Charlie has recently made a come back with my 3 year old nephew.
when I was about 8 yrs old.. My father
had been doing some repairs and renovations around the house. The door knob on my bedroom door was off for a few days.. I woke up about 2 or so in the morning and when I looked at the door it was like this creepy eyeball was staring at me through the hole where the knob should of been.. i was frozen in my bed could not move or scream.. it was evil looking.. it went on for 3 days till the knob got fixed.
To this day it still gives me the shivers when I think about it.
Sometimes, at night, since my vision was fuzzy from the dark, it would make all the cat pictures on my wall look like they were moving. This lead me to believe that once I fell asleep, they would jump out of the pictures and prowl my room until morning, when they'd go back to a lifeless existance in the square, framed "holes" in my wall. In fact, they still look like they move, but I know it's just an optical illusion from the lack of light.
I would always hide under the covers when I was little becasue I thought coyotes, bears and wolves would jump in my window and eat me, but if I hid under the covers I would be safe.
Then as I grew a bit older, I thought a family of cobras lived under my bed. I even drew a picture of them in first grade. We had to draw a picture of ourselves in bed thinking, and I had to add the snakes since I was so sure they were there. I was scared to get into bed at night because I thought that while I was crawling into bed and one foot was still on the floor, the snakes would bite me.
The last monster I thought existed was a fat little witch who floated above my head. If I didn't cover my head with the covers within 2 seconds of when I turned out the lights, she would send down her pet spider and another snake, and they woudl crawl in bed with me and eat me. i'm still terrified of spiders.
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