The Monsters Beneath My Bed

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a petrifying fear of monsters. Whether they were really daunting terrors waiting to abduct my soul, or just swaying, lifeless shadows, I’ll never really know. My fear for monsters may be the reason why I turn lights on constantly, or why I still sleep under the covers of my bed. One thing is for certain however, experience from fear has dramatically formed me into who I am today.

As a young boy, many sleepless nights filled my childhood.

On these nights however, I wasn’t always alone. After saying my prayers, squirting into my pajamas, and jumping onto my bed, I would often stay awake for many minutes. I recall being alone in my room from time to time with nothing but the tick of my alarm clock to help combat the deafening buzz my room reverberated. After so long, the clock would echo into nothingness as if time were to stop.

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My heart began to thump in my chest and I knew there could be only one reason why. The dark ominous figure must’ve been glaring at me again. Sometimes I could feel its gaze from its spot on the wall, and I knew its bloodshot eyes were fixated on me. The feeling that something would be stalking its prey, me, was never a settling thought. However, I believe this feeling as a child gave me a strong sense of alertness today. The feeling that a creature or person could be watching, stalking, or rearing to attack me gave me a very beneficial skill in the form of alertness.

Without it, I would be missing a very important sense of security and safety, all thanks to my childhood fear.

I always hated the idea of something or someone hiding away beneath my bed. Not only was it a dark void to my eyes, but it was an ice box compared to any part of my room. It commanded my imagination to constantly think of new creatures to terrorize me. The bottom of my bed was their home, they nested away in the shadows there. I didn’t dare lay a foot onto the ground to investigate. Thoughts of dark, gruesome hands tugged away at my mind, endlessly forcing me to question the perils below. On some days however, when I felt courageous, I would leap down to peer into the deep abyss under my bed. My heart, beating out of my chest, usually didn’t permit this to happen for a long period of time. The more I did so, the more courageous I got. I became more adventurous and confident that a fear couldn’t hold me back. Without the ominous feeling that monsters were hiding beneath my bed I don’t know if I could ever become so brave or daring. Despite the trials fear had put me through, I believe without a doubt that it has benefited my life time and time again.

Throughout my life, I’ve lived first hand with fear. It’s been by my side before I go to sleep, when I’m in the dark, or when I’m alone. There hasn’t been a moment of my life where I found it pointless. It has given me courage and alertness, and will continue benefiting me for years to come. I don’t just believe that fear has changed me throughout the years, I know that it has. Without it, I would be a very different person than I am today. I believe that fear is beneficial to everyone, so start thanking those monsters beneath your bed.