What used to live under your bed, or in your bedroom closet?
Was it a slimy creepy crawler, the image of a terrifying movie character, or something more horrifying? I asked this question with the idea of childhood memories, however, if you are an impressionable adult, the present will also apply.
When I was a child, I was afraid to close my eyes at bedtime, because I saw the face of the main character in the Phantom of the Opera when I did! A baby sitter let us watch an old version of the movie, and the main characters face stayed with me for many years! It was awful, my poor mother spent countless hours trying to convince me, that movie characters did not come to life, particularly not to visit little girls at bedtime! However, my mother was obviously wasting her time, since twenty something years later, I did the same thing with "Chucky". You know Chucky, that little demon low life doll, that came to life in the nineties?
What used to live under your bed, or in your closet? (Or is now, for that matter?)
15 comments:
Oh dear Anne, I don't think I want to remember!
I was such a scaredy cat when I was young and couldn't go to bed without first checking everything in the room. I had an old fashioned bedroom with large furniture which took on the shape of faces in the moonlight. I had an open fireplace that the wind used to howl down - and a horrible cupboard that I never kept anything in.
Little has changed - I still don't like the dark. :)
What fabulous imagery, and what a wonderful childhood room! However, I see what you mean, a child with an active imagination (which I'm sure you were)could really scare the daylights out of themselves in a room like that!
I still don't like the dark either, and I can't watch scary movies at all, not that I want to, however, there have been some really good writers who I can't read for the same reason. You scared me writing about the shape of faces! LOL! Don't you start writing them!
Thanks for the comment!
Ann
When I was a child, it was a female -- the witch from "The Wizard of Oz." And when I thought about who was in my closet, I had trouble falling asleep. Now, as an adult, it's still a female in my closet... only she looks like Angela Jolie (and when I think about who's in my closet, I still have trouble falling asleep).
Bill
I never had something living under my bed (except maybe some gone-off foods in my days as a university student when I lived in 1 very small room, lol!).
I do remember however that when I was 5, 6 yrs old, I used to be very afraid that the house would burn down while I was asleep and therefore would not want to sleep.
My dad handled this very cleverly, by "convincing" me that this fear might be caused by the light of a street lamp post shining through my thin bedroom curtains, and he replaced those with much thicker ones, so my room went DARKER. And strangely enough, I 'bought that' and the fear was gone. I only realised much much later how clever that was of him. He solved my problem and at the same time turned 'the darkness' into a friend in one go.
Bill, You poor tortured soul!
However, there is something to be said, for adolescence, isn't there?
Thanks for the comment Bill!
Ann :))
Jos, What a nice story. Often when we revisit a childhood memory, something wonderful is revealed about our parents. I'm glad you had one of those moments, and that you had such a good father. Thank you for a great story and for always answering Tuesday's question. ;))
Ann
I can't think of anything that ever lived under my bed, except perhaps the bacteria on the laundry. Much to my mother's chagrin, I used to sling my clothes under there at night because I was either too lazy or too tired after goofing all day and night after school to use the hamper. Not even sure where mom kept the hamper, now that I think about it.
OK, wait, does this count: I used to look in the closet occasionally just to see if Marcia Brady from The Brady Bunch was hiding in there. You just never know when a guy's gonna get lucky.
Bob, I think the bacteria counts! That is scary, or I'm sure your mother thought so, so I'll allow it, on the all judging Tuesday question platform! You have the most amazing way with words! I'm so glad you left a comment!
Ann
P.S. "Marcia Brady in the closet", My stomach hurts from laughing!
Oh this is good Ann. The Devil hid all over my room. I figured out many years later that going to church is what did it. The pastor preached fire and brimstone and that if you didn't follow the Lord the Devil would get you. It must have scared me half to death because I was convinced the Devil lived in my room.
When I got older I figured it out, but it was very traumatizing. Out in the real world I met a few Devils too. That's a whole different story. Have a great day and thanks for the kudo's on the Blog Interviewer.com. :)
Sandee, That is hilarious! I feel guilty laughing, it is just because of the way you wrote it! It makes sense that you would think the devil was around every corner, however maybe the devils you met up with later on made up for it! LOL!
Ann
Thanks for your continued support of my Tuesday's question!
I used to cover my face with my pillow all nite until I feel asleep for fear of the 'hand' appearing from under my bed! And if I did wake up in the middle of the nite for whatever reasons, I'd be totally freaked out and wouldn't budge an inch until I fell asleep again (grandma's ghost story telling session earlier just made things worse ... LOL!)
I was afraid of the hand too! I forgot about the hand! The reason I was afraid of it though, was because a babysitter told us a story about a couple who are strangled by a hand while parking on a date. Oh, Nick now I'm going to think about it all night! LOL!
Thanks for contributing!
Ann
I was afraid of the hand too! I forgot about the hand! The reason I was afraid of it though, was because a babysitter told us a story about a couple who are strangled by a hand while parking on a date. Oh, Nick now I'm going to think about it all night! LOL!
Thanks for contributing!
Ann
I wasn't a fat kid, but i was infinitely fearful of the day when i rolled off the bed/ broke the bed. Somehow I overestimated my powers of buoyancy, lol.
My parents would have to sit with me, until I fell asleep, and if I was obviously bereft of any bed-breaking dreams, they would leave.
I agree with you- when you look back at memories you know more about your parents, and how good they can get (or how bad, at times :p)
Take care,Ann....
Hey, Winston! I'll add you to the posted comments!I loved your answer, as always, and missed you the other day. Thanks for leaving a contribution! :) It's just not the same without you!
Ann
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