Don’t look under your bed

Hola everyone.

How are we all doing today? I hope so far your Friday has been great and that you had a fantastic week. I, for my part, am super excited for the weekend, as I’m going to another gig tomorrow, which I’ve been looking forward to for quite some time. Obviously, I’ll tell you all about it in my upcoming posts. But here’s what I wanted to talk to you about today…


Have you ever had a childhood trauma? Or something that happened to you in your childhood, maybe even something really dumb, that kind of marked you for the rest of your life? And completely changed everything? Because I do. And it might sound really stupid, but honestly, I’m just stating facts here. For many many many years of my life, I have been afraid of stuff under my bed. Monsters hiding there. Ghosts. A sock in the wrong colour. Whatever. And because of that, I made my mum look under my bed, countless amounts of times. Of course, I knew that there wasn’t something, but that’s what kids do, right? I always knew where that pure and intense fear had come from, where it had all started, the root of it all. When I was about six or seven years old, I had watched a movie that basically scared the living crap out of me. It had been late at night, because I’ve always been a night owl, and I definitely wasn’t meant to watch that movie. But still, I did. The whole thing, on my own, at night. Sounds like the worst idea ever to you? Well, yeah, it was. And until yesterday, all I could remember was that that movie was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life. Now, pay attention to the “until yesterday”.


I found it. I don’t really know how I ended up searching for that movie at 3 am in the morning, but I did and I found it. And I can’t believe that this horror of a movie, that childhood trauma I’ve been dragging with me all these years, that stupid thing that has been floating around someplace in my head all this time, is a Disney Channel movie for kids. I mean, what? I’m sorry, but that definitely isn’t a kids’ movie. You kidding me? And here’s the craziest thing… I googled “horror movie siblings monster under the bed” and looked at the film posters and when I saw the first one, I immediately knew it was that one. And suddenly all these memories came flowing back to me and I could remember what the movie was all about. And to be honest, I’m pretty sure some of you will even know it, so here it is:


I’ve only got one question… why? Just why? Why is that a kids’ movie? Who thought it was a good idea to make kids watch a movie about monsters hiding under their bed in a different dimension? That’s never a good idea, never. Do you know how often my mum had to look under my bed because of this? Too many times. I mean, yeah, now I know that the movie isn’t really a horror, but when you’re six, you forget about all the nice parts. So here’s the story in short: there are these two kids, sister and brother, and the girl is a bit too grownup for her age. And suddenly the Boogeyman (again, just why? This is a kids’ movie, ma’am) comes and drags her brother under her bed and she is left with his imaginary friend, that only kids can see (???). So, they try to get the brother back and go to that other dimension, but during that, the imaginary friend also starts to turn into a Boogeyman. At the end, they find the brother and find out that all the Boogeymen had once been imaginary friends of some other kids – or with that specific one, the girl’s one – who had been forgotten about too early. So they all start believing in them again. The end.


There’s some background story of how the sister is acting so serious already because her brother has leukemia and she feels like she has to be the strong sister now, so I get how the whole movie actually has a really deep, interesting and also important meaning, but what the actual hell? It was still a freaking scary movie. Go on and google the movie and look up the Boogeyman. And then imagine seeing that as a young kid at night. I dare you.


Obviously, I know I’m being very dramatic right now, but I feel like I need to emphasize the fact that I was young and scared. For years. But at the same time, I’m so glad I finally found the movie. I’m not sure why I didn’t google it earlier, but hey, at least we’re here now. I feel like by finding it, I turned my own Boogeyman back to something less scary. Thank god.


Anyway, here’s the little story of my scarred childhood and the monster under my bed. It had been Disney all along. I should’ve known. If any of you have ever seen that movie, please do tell me if it also scared you as much as it did me. I’d love to hear your stories. And until then I hope you enjoyed reading my story. As always, I wish you all a lovely weekend and thanks for reading. x

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