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The Halloween Hobgoblins are a race of small, green creatures who live under bridges and in the trunks of hollow trees, and they love Halloween. They like other holidays too, but Halloween is their all-time favorite. Every year they come out of hiding to Trick-Or-Treat and play harmless pranks on the humans of the world, who never realize they're goblins and not just kids in costumes.
But the Halloween Hobgoblins aren't just playful; when they're mad, they can get vicious. And they hate it when anyone dishonors Halloween. They're known to destroy Christmas decorations that get put out too early. And if you don't wear a costume on Halloween, then at midnight, they'll sneak into your bedroom and glue a scary mask to your face. You won't be able to take it off until the glue wears off.
Sure, their methods are a little extreme, but rest assured their intentions are good. They only seek to protect the day they love most.
I used to believed there was a monster under my bed
As a child I was afraid of the dark and when turned off the light run away in fear of something grab me :v
when i was 5 years old i used to believe that in the night, on the floor of my bedroom, there were a lot of monsters and the only way to avoid them was to put under the covers, included the face.
I used to think if you didn't use a blanket when you went to sleep monsters would get you.
I was afraid of the dark, but I believed that if I pulled my blankets up over my head the "monsters" couldn't see me. I spent a many sweltering summer nights sweating under blankets.
You need a category for fears.
I used to believe that Water Towers held sleeping dragons in them, and that the long pipe coming from the bottom was where they'd tuck their tails.
I used to think, when I wasn't sleeping in my bed there was a ghost that would sleep there. :^)
You know those old maps with the pictures of sea serpents and the like on them? Well when I was a kid I thought there really were HUGE sea monsters (as big as islands or continents like the pictures showed) in those places
When I was a сhild I used to believe that my parents were monsters, who, when I saw them, looked as normal people, but when I didn't look out, got their real appearance. Thanks time I stopped to think so.
When I was little I used to believe that when the nights begins, the monster in my closet revives.
Mum convinced me this was not true.
my dad always told me stories about the Jabberwocky. according to my dad, he had log whiskers and smelled like catfish, was homeless and forever mournful. the stories were meant to be spooky but in my mind, the Jabberwocky became my guardian angel of sorts. Almost to the point of being an imaginary friend...lol
I was never scared of monsters under my bed or anything like that I thought that was stupid. I was terrified that I would hallucinate and see them though, since that was actually possible.
When I was a kid, I used to believe there was a monster under my bed and he was going to eat my foot when I slept.
I used to believe that when I slept alone in my bed, bicho-papćo (boogeyman) would pull my foot.
When I was about five, I read Roald Dahl's "The Witches," where a character gets her thumb cut off. I then believed that there was a thumb-stealer that would come while I was sleeping and cut off my thumbs! Even now, I sleep with my thumbs tucked under my head/arm/pillow/blanket. (And I'm in graduate school now!)
When I was a kid, I used to think a monster was in my wall,chasing after bad kids. I was ALWAYS good because of this!!
when i was about 4 or 5 we would go outside to play. my mother always told us to stay away from the aqua duct... for the longest time i thought there was a monster in the woods called and aqua duct
I used to beleive that there were monsters in my closet like most kids but if i had my light on in the closet they could not see but if the light was off they could see. When they couldn't see it was like they were paralyzed so they could not get me.
I used to believe that there was a colony of monsters in the attic - they were shower hoses with scissors or gintraps on the end. I believed that if I laid in bed with my legs out straight, they would come and chop my head off, then put it in a jar in the attic.