I got over it as I grew up. My parents kept telling me they weren't real, and bit by bit I believed them. I'd turn off the lights, sleep with hands and feet dangling off the bed and thought nothing about it. Occasionally I'd find weird cuts and bruises on me, but I didn't think anything about them. I just didn't pay attention. When you actually think about it, it's kinda amazing how much stuff you just don't think about.