When I was little, my younger sister had a dream about a giant,child-eating, rainbow-haired baby with razor sharp teeth called the Yum-Yum boy. We believed that it lived in our older brother's closet and that if we flushed the toilet, it would wake up and get us. Because of this, we used to go to the bathroom together (so as not to have to flush twice) and get ready to sprint down the stairs once the handle was depressed.

Amy

The inside of my bedroom closet was covered with wallpaper that had rows of tiny geometric designs. I was convinced these markings were Egyptian hieroglyphics and when I deciphered them I would become rich and famous.

Broadway Baby

I used to believe that there were hundreds of mechanical chickens hiding in my wardrobe, when the wind made the door bump, I was so sure it was the chicken army trying to escape. I'm not sure what an army of mechanical chickens would actully do, but believe me, it was scary!

~ Pussycat

This was only a one time belief....I was quite near sighted when I was young, and didn't keep my room very tidy. I woke up late one night, seeing white spots on the floor and ran and woke mom and told her someone had broken in, drank milk, vomitted on my floor, and hidden in the closet.

She walked me to my room, turned on my light, and told me to pick up my socks.

beep

When I was little, I had heard of the boogieman, but I never exactly knew what he was, because, of course, I never met him. Because of his name, I though he was a man who lived in your closet who came out at night and danced with you, so I always looked forwards to meeting the boogieman, unlike most kids!

Ken

My closet door absolutely had to be left opened about six inches every night. This was so the monsters could get in and out freely. I believed if I did this for them, they would leave me alone. It must have worked, because I was never bothered by any night monsters!

Annelee

My brother told me that every closet has a skeleton in it. At the time, I didn't know that it was a saying, but I never looked in the closet for months.

joe

When I was young, my father sat with me and watched the movie 'Poltergeist'. The movie convinced me that my closet was a portal that would suck me in randomly, so i used to tie my ankles to my bedposts. When my mom asked me why i did it, i told her i didnt want to die in the abyss. To this day i have never seen a more puzzled look on her face.

Travisty

I used to believe that if I farted enough, that the vampires and monsters in my closet wouldnt want to come out and eat me, because I was smelly.
I also thought if I was super messy, then they wouldnt want to eat me. Gee how cool was I? Dirty messy room, full of farts. Hey I never got eaten though!

Smelly dirty girl

when we were very young, my brother believed a ferocious bear lived in his closet. he was terrified to go to sleep in his room at night. one night, our father went upstairs and made a lot of noise in my brother's room, came downstairs, and told us that he and the bear had a fight, and the bear left. my brother never had bear problems after that.

Anon

When I was young, I had the classic "Monster in the Closet" scare. I had it for a while, until after one night, my Mom came in, checked inside my closet, and came out with a handfull of cookies. She told me it was the Cookie Monster! After that, I would always act scared just to see if I would get any more cookies.

SG

My little cousin till he was like 10 believed that coat hangers were actually called hookers. Noone knew till one day in winter while putting up his coat he shouted across my grandmothers house. GRANDMA THERES NO MORE HOOKERS IN THE CLOSET!!!

Anon

i had finally gotten my own bedroom, had wrested my independence from my horridly tormenting older sister only to have her ruin it for the next few years of my childhood. it went like this:

there were giant sycamore trees outside my bedroom window that, combined with the moonlight, made the exact same errie image on my bedroom wall every night. it shone next to my closet and, eventually, i decided it had the appearance of a man. my sister confirmed the fact. she told me that it was really the ghost of the man who had hung himself in my closet years before we moved into the house. to prove her story she showed me a picture of him from a book of ghost stories. its still errie to me today to think of how much this random picture looked like my "ghost"

autumn

I believed that if I left my closet door open at night, Abraham Lincoln's dead body would fall out of it. I still can't sleep if the closet door is open

Wendy

I used to believe there was an ostridge in my wardrobe an if i moved it would come and attack me. I spent so many nights perfectly still, which is hard for a 5 year old! If only i new it woz an ostridge shaped pile of clothes and hangers!!

Martina

when i was younger than i am now i used to beleive that when i was asleep in my room that my clothing danced in my closet and played all night until morning. and i would look through the cracks in my closet to see if i could try and see them dance and try to trick them into thinking i asleep so i could get those freaky thangs to stop dancing!

veneta

When I was ten, I liked to think that there were shmozits living in my closet. Shmozits are creatures that I made up that have the head of a tapir, the tail of a fish, the wings of a bat and long, bushy fur on their stomaches and backs. Oh yeah, and they'd live in your closet. Their diet consists of fish and clothing. The sounds they would make would sound exactly like that of a harmonica.

Anon

When I was little, about five years old, I used to believe that there was a magic portal much like the ones in the old He-Man and She-Ra cartoons in my closet. Every night, at around nine-thirty, I believed that a blue witch and a pink faerie popped out of my closet to make sure I was asleep, and then had parties along with a vampire queen and the Addams Family. I also used to believe that they would hold parties with the magic genie living in this old perfume bottle of my mom that I had kept.

I still have that bottle somewhere . . .

Fyrewerx

When I first read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe... I thought that I could get to Narnia through the back of my closet. I used to try all the time, by standing in my closet and poking the back wall.

Athazagoraphobia

I always insisted on having my closet doors closed when I went to bed. That's because I believed that there were dead bodies attached to my clothes hangers, and when it got dark you could see them, even though they didn't show up if it was light. I had a really vivid imagination, so if the door got left open I could actually see the corpses wearing my dresses.

Teri