By Chuck Woodbury
Did you fear as a child that a monster lived under your bed? It wasn’t just that it lived there — that was bad all by itself. But the idea that it could eat you or otherwise harm you could be terrifying.
An alligator lived under my bed. It’s a long time ago to remember, but I don’t believe it lived there all the time. Just sometimes. I would not dare look under my bed for fear it might bite off my head or do something equally horrible.
My protection was my blanket, which I would pull up over my head. “That will keep the alligator away,” I would think in my little boy brain. Okay, so it sounds ridiculous now, but as a 6-year-old it made perfect sense. It allowed me to fall asleep knowing I had protection.
What about you? Did a monster of some kind live under your bed? We’re talking about when you were a kid, of course. If it still lives there, well … we’re sorry about that and we suggest you consider professional help.
Please leave a comment. We want to hear your stories. We want to hear about your monsters.
Mine also included ‘lava’ floors, fun. Creature was vaguely octopus shaped, and flowed over the lava waves.
Monsters were not allowed in all the homes I lived in my life, they didn’t exist, just something silly people think is cute.
None under the bed, but old houses creak and groan. The first few times I was home alone I walked around with my baseball bat looking for what was making those noises.
not under the bed, in the closet. Imagination shaped scary things out of the clothes
No monsters. Under my bed was a well with a pump for the house.
Am I the only one with a little brother that could pop out from anywhere to get his older brother? Under the bed, in the closet, behind a door … (Who taught him that?)
Yes! And also in the closet and reaching out of the toilet to grab my butt.
Closet. Sometimes on the shelf in the closet but always in the closet. I took some liberty on the under the bed part and answered yes, so as to not cancel or marginalize my monsters for fear of retaliation.
As long as my arm/hand stayed on the bed I was fine…✨✨✨
Never thought there were under bed monsters, but I remember “waking up” twice, totally confused. I was around 9. Once I woke up in my closet, having no idea how or why I was there, the 2nd time I woke up my mother was sitting on my bed asking me questions, n her visitors/ friends (it was a party) were all standing in the doorway. Maybe the monsters were in my head.
sort of. I was on the top of a bunk bed and had my brother beneath me, very scary. although my mother told me stories of when she was growing up, her parents had to stay up and keep the tarantulas and scorpions crawling on the ceiling from falling on the kids during the night
Not under my bed, but there were shadows in 2 different houses that made it look like a large person(?) was standing, neck bent to clear the ceiling/door frame, in the hall just outside my bedroom door. Never saw any movement, but just couldn’t convince myself it really, truly, was only a shadow.
I lived in a family of realists there were no monsters under our beds nor in the closet.
No, but this remind me of the Bill Cosby routine, Children Heart. https://youtu.be/fE0hHEtkkQA
Of course, I grew up on Thriller, Twilight Zone, etc. Always monsters under my bed
No, why don’t we keep the poll questions somewhat related to rving?
Good morning, Bob. Sorry you don’t approve of our Poll, but weren’t RVers at one time little kids? Oh, wait a minute. Maybe I shouldn’t have answered the Poll since I’m not an RVer, I just work here. Oh, no! Maybe I shouldn’t even work here because I’m not an RVer.😲 Please cut us some slack when we want to stray off the topic of RVing and just have a little fun. OK? Thanks. And have a great day. 😀 –Diane at RVtravel.com
poor boring Bob, can’t even relax enough for a moment of shared fun….
Thanks, Scott. The old saying “an old stick in the mud” just popped into my head for some reason. Doesn’t quite fit, but it’ll do for now. Have a good afternoon/evening. 😀 –Diane at RVtravel.com
Yep that’s what I’ve been called all my life, it never bothered me. I’m proud that I never believed in scary stories, my children don’t seem to be depressed by being deprived of scary stories. I just find the truth to be more valuable.
Oh my gosh, I don’t even want to know what are under RV beds!
Bob, because sometimes we want to just have some fun. And most readers appreciate them. And, besides, go ahead and try to come up with 365 polls a year just about RVing — ones that are all interesting. — Chuck/publisher
Growing up in south Louisiana and spending much time in the swamps and marshes, monsters were never a thought.
The monsters in my house hid in the closets not under the bed, there was also one who hid in a large bush under my bedroom window.
I occasionally thought there were monsters under my bed and that they would grab my ankles when I got up. I would try to jump out of bed so they couldn’t catch me.
Yes !! I slept in the top of a bunk bed and my mean older brother was in the bottom bunk .