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I'm not sure if this is the right category, but when I was really little my dad would tell me that fraggles (they're Jim Henson muppets, if you don't know) lived in our basement behind the furnace. I don't think I ever went to search for them, but I did believe him.
Topo Starlight
i used to believe that when i was little that monsters lived in my basement and i couldn't go down there alone and whenever you went to the bathroom and flushed the toilet the monsters came up through the closet so i would flush then run.
has evil brothers
I believed that monsters lived in my basement & came alive at night. In the house I lived in as a child, there was a door in my basement behind the radiator that I think led to some weird, unused little cubby-type space, but when I was little I thought that it led to another dimension where the monsters lived.
Daile
My father had my nieces and nephews convinced that there was a crack monster in the basement and it was the one who made "THAT NOISE".
Todd
when i was little, everytime my uncle farted he would tell us there "was a bear in the basement". so everytime we heard that sound we would to the baesment door as fast as we could to try and see the "bear". I find myself using that excuse now.
angel
when I was a small child, my brother and I would say "I want ... , I want ... , I want ..." sometimes my dad would say, "yeah, and the people downstairs want ice water"
I was always afraid to go into the basement because I was afraid of all the thristy people that were hiding down there.
lulu
When I was very young I watched Watership down, the cartoon film, and I was scared to death by it. So much so that I was convinced that the evil rabbits lived in the basement and any other room that wasdark in the house, I used to scream before entering and fling the doors open really hard to kill the evil bunnies. Suffice to say I didnt like to enter rooms on my own for a looooooooong time
Skid
Not my belief sadly but a sweet one nonetheless.
I used to lodge with a young family in Northern England. There were 2 youngsters including a 5 year old lad. The house was large and old with a dark and scary cellar. The lad was told by his mother that they were going to look at a new house in a nicer area. He asked if it had a scary cellar and was reassured that it hadn't as it was a new house and they don't have cellars. Toi this day that young lad still believes that houses grow cellars as they get older.
AlB
i always thought that if you went into the basement or the garage without any lights on that someone would kill me, but if the lights were on i'd be fine. Even to this day when i'm done in the basement i run up the steps slam the door and turn off the lights...like they couldn't just shoot me in the back
Jack
I used to beleive that monsters lived in the basement.
Faith
When i was about 4 my sister and i would play in the basement of our house. We had this kitchen set and there was a blue plastic knife in it. My sister put the knife in this little slot where the walls are supposed to meet, but didn't. Anyways the next day the knife was gone and no one knew where it was. My sister told me that my mom told her the monster in the wall took it in the wall with him, and mom didn't tell me cause she thought i'd be scared. Needless to say was afraid of that wall from then on. my sister also told me i could fly....errrr why did i believe her
Allyson-Alanis
I used to believe that a thick, black, rubber hose in our basement was a snake. I was afraid to go down there. And once I dreamt that the hose was moving around the house, slow and upright, and I was trying to get away from it. It gives me chills to think about even now.
Eve
When I was about 4 yrs old my older brother told me that behind the furnace in our basement there was the land of Smurfs. I always wanted to go but was too scared because the furnace made so much noise. One time he went behind the furnace and came out with a yellow Kleenex in his hand. He told me it was Smurfette's hair and I completely believed him and was so jealous.
Monica
I convinced my mom to let me see "The Silence of the Lambs" when I was 12 and I wouldn't go into the basement for three months afterward.
My brother still swears it's "The Silence of the Yams" because yams are silent and lambs aren't.
francesca
i used to believe that the basement had monsters in it.
When my son was four years old he would not go into the basement alone. He kept saying, 'The cat will get me.' We had no cat and I wondered why he kept saying that. One day he had gone down to get something and came screaming up the stairs. There really was a cat in the basement! It had come in through the ground-level window. I wondered if he could see the future after that.
Karen
The basement was the scariest place in the house and whem my mother would ask me to get her something from the basement I would fetch what was asked for and run up the stairs as fast as I could knowing that a green, bumpy hand was very close and about to grab me as I burst through the upstairs door to safety. Hmmm, never knew what that hand was attached to.
Peter
My grandma told me and my sisters that the boogie man lived in her basement and if we cried he would get us.
Paulette
There was a loop rug of an owl that hung in our basement, and my brother and cousin and some friends would play "dark hide-and-seek" and whenever I was "it" and would give up looking for them, they would tell me that there was a trap door behind it and that was why I could never find them...you don't know how many times I played hide-and-seek with my friends and could NEVER find that door!
Locked out little girl
I used to believe that Daniel Boone lived in our basement. My brothers told me so, and even planted a fishing pole and a coon skin cap in the cold air return for me to see, I was amazed!
Annie
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