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When i was really young, I fell in love with the Michael Jacksons "Thriller" video. The part where he is a zombie or whatever, he opens his eyes real wide, and there after I thought that if I opened my eyes real wide I too would turn into a zombie....
During W W II we kids played out in the street until 8.30pm. Even on the dark winter nights.
When it was time to come in, mother would walk to the front gate and shout. If we were reluctant to go into the house, mum would shout "hurry up, the nine o'clock horses will get you". The mental image of a herd of giant horses gnashing and crashing down the street was enough to get every kid running for their lives into the safety of their beds!
I used to think Dracula was from Pennsylvania.
When I was 4, I was convinced there was a murderous lamb living in my bedroom wall just waiting to kill me. Everyday I had my dad "Bless" my room with holy water to protect me.
When I was young I watched a movie about a mummy that (of course) came to life and attacked people. There was a scene where some innocent was passing a doorway and the mummy surprised the passerby and attacked. I was a very big kid when I finally overcame the fear of being attacked by a mummy everytime I passed a darkened room.
When I was little I thought the boogy man's favorite color was pink and I hate that color, years later I found out that my sister told me that so I would stay out of her room.
I Used to Believe Faulkner Was a Monster
When I was a kid, we used to go to my maternal grandmother’s house for Christmas and Easter. I had one Christian and (still have) one Jewish grandma, so we divided up the holidays. Somehow Thanksgiving became a Jewish holiday, but that’s another story. Anyway, my sister and I always stayed in a room that used to belong to two of my aunts when they were kids. At the head of each bed is a kind of long alcove-shelf in the wall, lined with books from when the aunts were in high school and college. The most prominent book on my shelf, because of the design of the spine (“Design of the Spine” sounds like a terrible mystery novel doesn’t it?) was a paperback Faulkner anthology. It was pea green, with FAULKNER written in what looked like salmon-colored streaks of blood. In fact the font was almost identical to that of Helter Skelter, the book about the Manson Family that grandma had in the den.
As a kid, I assumed that FAULKNER was a monster, like FRANKENSTEIN(‘s monster) or DRACULA. Sometimes, before going to sleep, I had to turn the FAULKNER book around backwards, so the scary name faced the wall.
Ironically, I fanatically love Faulkner now. He’s definitely not warm and cuddly, but he won’t come after you with an axe, either.
i used to believe that there were monsters in my room when i went to bed and i made my mom make this "potion" that she had to spray every night before i went to bed..well i later found out there werent any monsters and that the "potion" was just some good old sink water.
Not really a monster as such, but when I was young I was convinced an evil Egon from Ghostbusters would put up a ladder to my window as I went to sleep. I had to make sure the curtains were completely closed so he couldn't see me.
When I was little I believed that monsters came out of the toilet every time you flushed it. I would wash my hands before I flushed, flush and then run and jump on my bed until I heard the water stop running before it was safe to touch the ground again.
I believed that a monster lived, not under my bed, under my sheets. If there were sheets on my bed, I had to fold the bottom part of the sheets so my feet were over top. Some how, this stopped the monster from getting me
When I was in Elementary School, my class sometimes had to run a mile in the form of going 5 laps around a field behind the school. When we'd finish, my friends and I would always sit away from everyone else and look into the forest that was right beside the field. One day we all saw a black thing in a tree. We were convinced this was a giant tree-monster that lived in the forest. We ran away but. still wanting peace and quiet, quickly found another spot. We saw another giant tree-monster there, so we started running across the tree-line, seeing them everywhere. There was no fence separating the forest and the field, so we were scared half to death. We came up with an idea. We made a "peace-offering" to the monsters made of plants and flowers from around everywhere. We figured they would eat that and be gone. We piled everything up and left promptly. The next day, it was gone. We thought we had saved the school. We didn't know at the time that they were just leaves and branches.
I used to sing when I was lying in bed at night. I thought that the monster under my bed couldn't eat me if I sang pretty because he wouldn't dare hurt someone that was pretty hahaha.
I used to think there was an evil janitor who lived in our basement. At night, he would wheel his creaky bucket around and clean the basement (this explained "house settling" noises). However, if I went into the basement while he was cleaning, he would kill me.
I have a very cruel older brother.
when I was very young him and his friends convinced me there was an ancient race of crab people who lived in the sewers, no one ever talked about them because they were afraid and they took people into the sewers and ate them..
i used to believe that there were monsters under my bed, but if i wrapped myself up in my blanket really tight they couldnt get me. because monsters cant get past an inpenetrable blanket, right.....................right
I used to believe that when you crossed bridges, you had to pick your feet up or else the trolls would get you!
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 had an extremely vivid imagination as a child and sometimes my friends caught the brunt of it. When i was about 5, i told the boy across the road that there was a grass monster who hid in our lawn, and you had to run him over with the [toy] lawnmower or else he would grab your ankles and drag you into the grass. And then you'd become a hedge :P He totally believed me, and was apparently really freaked out by it because his mum ended up coming over and asking me if i knew anything about it. Of course i feigned innocence.
I used to wonder why people didn´t just put their heads under the Loch Ness to see if there was a monster or not. I though they were too scared to do that, and that maybe someone should take me there, so I would do that for humanity coz I had no fear.
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