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when i was about 8 my then friend told me a story about the toilet monster and how if you flushed the toilet he would come and kill you and hide you under the floorboards.my mum was so angry because i didnt flush the toilet for about 6 weeks or so..still abit weary about it now even though i'm 18 (i do flush the toilet i just run away straight after)
I use to believe that there were monsters in my room and when I turned off the lights they would be there
When I was little, my father told me that every night there was this "sand man" that put sand in your eyes to get you sleepy. For years I really thought he came every night, specially because my eyes would actually feel as if they had sand...
Around age 5 or so, I used to be deathly afraid to walk to the bathroom at night, for fear of monsters. I lived in a large house, and most of my family, including my parents slept upstairs - while I had a bedroom on the 1st floor.
I thought that monsters came out at night, and would be prowling around the house, just waiting for some unsuspecting victim...
I would put on a scary monster mask and dark cape, left-over props from Halloween - thinking that if I looked like a monster too, they wouldn't attack me. I would just be another monster using the bathroom!
I remember being scared to death, peeing, hoping that my disguise was working... lol
I used to believe that if i didn't go to sleep, monsters would come to get me so i would always sleep real fast.
I used to think that foxes would come and eat me in my sleep because my older cousin told me that they would. The only way to survive the night was to cover my body up to my neck with my blanket. I still get a little freaked if I wake up and my neck is showing!
I was always told as a child that the cupboard in the kitchen containing bleach, cleaning fluids and other hazzardous chemicals contained a monster.
However if my parents had told me that there was nothing of interest in there, I wouldn't have constantly tried to find out what the monster looked like.
I used to think there were ferocious alligators that lived under my bed, but only at night. So if I needed something in the middle of the night, I could not get out of bed under any circumstances, because I would get eaten. Instead, I would SCREAM for my parents to come turn the light on first.
When I was young, monsters ruled the night. There were, however, some rules.
1) They could not get you if you were completely under the covers (really tough without A/C on hot nights).
2) Monsters could not get you when you were in the bathroom, so the first dangerous part was getting there. You had to sneak there so they couldn't hear you. If mom or dad heard me on the way, I'd run back to my room and hide under the covers, because my cover was blown.
3) After going to the bathroom, the monsters could hear you flush and would rush to try and catch you. Thus, each time I flushed, I ran back to my room as fast as possible (where I put my head under the covers). I always believed I had to be in bed before the toilet made its final gurgling "glug-glug", or I would be monster food. [This wouldn't be possible today with some of the newer, pressure-assist toilets that clear fast.]
As I got older, the changed a bit. After all, monsters got hot, too--especially with all that fur and those scales, so I figured I'd be safe it at least my ankles stayed under the covers.
To this day, even on the hottest nights, I still like to have my ankles under the covers.
I used to think there were alligators under my bed. Everytime I got out of my bed I would stand on it and jump as far from it as I could so that they couldnt catch me.
When I was younger, when I would walk up from the basement and shut off the light, I thought I had to run as fast as I could to a light spot or satan/a demon would get me.
When I was a kid, I used to believe that at the bottom of Foam Pits in gyms lived crabs and scorpians. So whenever i jumped into the pit i would always squirm and struggle to get out as fast as I can.
You know how your carpet sometimes has bumps in it. Well when I was little I thought it was the devils head and he was trying to get in your house. So I would always go out of my way to walk around them. I was afraid if I got near them he would jump up and grab me.
When I was younger, I had a nightmare about being attacked by monsters who could only be warded off by playing The Beatles. I took this dream to be an omen of sorts, and started playing The Beatles on my boombox every night to ward off the monsters. My parents weren't exactly happy about hearing Revolution #9 in the dead of night.
I used to believe (due to playful threats from my father) that an alligator lived under our couch cushions. Anytime we would wrestle around, he would stick my arms under the couch cushions and say that the alligator was going to eat me. I always sat in the floor.
I used to believe that when I was in my bed, there was a boogeyman under my bed. I thought that if I pulled the covers over my head and no feet/arms/body parts were sticking out from under the sheets, nothing could attack me. I did this all throughout summer and winter, and suffered a lot because I couldn't breathe.
When I was little I used to think the boogie man was made out of snaot and he lived in my nose!
I used to believe that when it was dark monsters would come out of their hiding places because they liked the dark because it made them strong where as the light made them not strong, which is why I was terrified of the dark, I used to arm myself with a toy sword.
i used to believe that if it was dark and i went down stairs i would have to run up the stairs or else the devil would get me.
I used to belive that a Clown wore lots of make up cuz beneith their make up they were Skeletons