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When I was young I was afraid to leave closet doors open and walk by open closet doors because I thought miniature people lived in them and would kidnap me if I did.

I used to believe that if I did'nt get out of the bath before the final trickles of water went down the plug hole, I would go down the plug whole too!! Actually the thought still lurks in the back of my mind every so often and Im 35!!!

I as long as I can remember I used to believe that there were snakes at the foot of my bed so I would sleep with my feet covered by my nightgown, my body curled in a ball so my feet would be covered. Even when I woke up with my knees aching from being bent for hours I wouldnt put my feet down into the foot of my blankets, not even after patting down the blankets with my hands to make sure that there really were no snakes. I just could not go to sleep with my legs straight and my feet at the foot of my bed. Also had to keep my arms under the covers and my ears covered to keep away the monsters and the gorilla and NEVER dangled any body parts over the side of the bed and I would turn off the light and run and jump into bed as fast as I could so the alligators under the bed would not get me. Had lots of nightmares as a child, I was a childhood mess. After seeing Psycho as an adult I could not take a shower for at least a year and never since, when home alone. Dont watch scary movies or read scary books if I can help it.

As a child I was perplexed with the concept of right and left, I used to stand there and be like this is the right and this is the left (refering to the sides of the room) and then turned around and think now its switched! It used to puzzle me so much.

I used to think that the DJ from the TV show WKRP lived in my closet. I didn't know his name so I just called him WKRP and he was SCARY!

When I was very small, around 2-4 years old, I had several night terrors that my parents night stand (to which I referred to as "The Box") came into my room, climbed onto my bed, and stared at me. Those night stands scared me till I was nearly ten years old.

After watching the TV version of The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe I really believed that my wardrobe would miraculously open up to another world. I tried going in there several times and knocking on the wood before I gave up!

After watching Little Monsters, that movie with Fred Savage, I was completely frightened of things that lived under the floor under my bed. I was so scared at night that I would run from the beginning of my bedroom door and jump half way across the floor to my bed. Once I would get in my bed I would cocoon myself in my blanket so that none of my body parts were able hang over the bed for the monsters to get!

As a very little child (in early 1990's), I watched once one of the episodes of brilliant old TV show "Alternatywy 4" (1982), where female character turned on old russian TV-set with light bulb, talking to the her dear neighbour through the hole in wall :), and then when she was still talking, light bulb explosed (it was quite common with that sort of devices), and lighted flowers in the wase. Of course before she noticed that, the fire had already spread at the other furnitures, she started yelling through the window that she's about to burn up etc - it was very dramatic scene for me back then. I asked my dad why did that TV explosed, he explained it happen when you turn TV on being alone in home, and of course I believed him. When they had to left me alone in home, he advised me to turn on video with cartoons so I wouldn't be bored, and I was shocked how can he be such irresposnible - the house would after all burn off then!

I used to believe that evil horrible monsters with big gnashing teeth and yellow eyes lived under my bed. I used to dread going to sleep as I knew I had to turn out the light and successfully cross the room to my bed...I would peel back my covers run to the wall light switch turn it off then run quickly across the room taking a flying leap a metre from the bed whilst praying all the time they would not reach out and pull me under the bed. Once in the bed, the covers would be pulled over my head whilst saying the Our father and believing that with each line the long sinewy black arms that had wrapped themselves around me and the bed had somehow been controlled and pushed back under the bed...until next time!!

We have a bathtub that has a drain on the wall that has "wolverine" writen on the top of it. It has 2 bolts on the left and right side that looked like squinting eyes, and a nozzle in the middle that you pull down to drain the water. When I was 3-7 I thought that the thing was a wolverine, but it was sleeping, and if the water got too high, he would jump out of the wall and eat me. It scared the heck out of me when the water did get that high a couple times. I jumped out of the water and ran out of the room as fast as I could.

i used to believe there was a boogy man so when i was like 5 i would shut the closet door so if he came it would give me more time to get out of my room because he had to open the door.

I used to believe there was monsters(dracula,....) onder my bed and they were going to eat my tows.

I read a funny comic about a nerd boy and a talking cat with loads of magic machines. In one chapter the boy fell in love with a popular girl. He went and visit her but she wasn't there, so he stayed in her room and waited and while waiting he used a magic cloth to wipe the mirror in the room, and what happens is the magic cloth makes the mirror show the reflection of people who used the mirror before and you can see what they did, like looking at themselves. The boy saw the girl naked in the mirror. I still think if I look at myself naked in the mirror someone else would wipe it with the magic cloth and see me naked and I feel scared whenever I get change in front of a mirror.

I used to think if I locked the door in the bathroom while using the toilet, something very terrible will happen and I will die without anyone knowing or helping because the door is locked. I didn't lock the bathroom door until I went to boarding school.

Once when I was about 4 my mother called my father at work and they spoke randomly, while I played. She was furious when they hung up and said he could hear me in the "background". For a long time I thought there were microphones in the ground in the backyard of our home that my father could hear me on.