Most children were scared of the boogy monster or creatures lurking in their closet. I wasn't, I was afraid of night gremlins.

I used to believe that a group of these evil gremlins would troop across my bedroom floor towards my bed while I was sleeping at night. If I had any extremities poking out over the edges of my bed, the gremlins would grab them and pull me away, or they would chop that limb off and take it with them.


I was terrified by this idea, so every night before falling asleep, I would ensure that all my body parts were carefully tucked in and unable to flop themselves over the borders of the bed while I was sleeping. I would wrap myself tightly in a cocoon made out of my blanket and sleep throughout the night in a ridge, upward plank position. Sure, my movements were restricted and it was quite hot and uncomfortable, but none of that mattered because I would be safe from the wicked gremlins.


In hind sight, that was probably the best decision that I made as a child, cause look at me now! All limbs still attached to my body, sanity still in place.

... Kind of.

*Edit: I just realized how suggestive that last picture is. For clarification, no I do not do shrooms or any sort of drug. If anything, we may classify that picture as Stefaniepills (ie. my own over-active imagination).