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I used to believe that if I stood on a black tile (we had checkered tiled in my house) that I would trigger a trap (e.g. boulder, knives flying through the air ect.) i always used to dodge around them.

Even as a very small child, I was very bright and I loved reading. Unfortunately, I never really reined in what I read so in a few days I would read the Dictionary, part of the Bible, some random sci-fi I found, and of course, the ever-present Goosebumps books. I was fine with the fairly tame ones- but the dummies, killer masks and such were too much for me. I created a posse of my favorite characters to protect my bed, and to this day, at the age of 11, I still need my little gang of helpful hobbits, gentlemen thieves, aliens and brave young soldiers and pirates to keep me from having bad dreams. Ah, youth.

When I was around 5, my nanny used to tell me that the bath water we used came from "Angels peeing from the sky". I thought that was a little odd but I didn't pay any mind.

I have always thought (and still believe this), that a monster who feeds on fear lives in my closet and if he scares me I won't be able to sleep again. The weird part is my 2 ways to avoid him, fall asleep before 12:15AM or cover myself in blankets and sheets 'cause I think the monster is allergic to the stuff blankets and sheets are made of

as a child my sister and i shared a bedroom and at the bottom of her bed was a huge brown wardrobe, and the only way i could get out of our room was to climb over her bed. well one evening i was about to climb over her bed to go to the toilet when she told me that if i climb over her bed gost and monsters would fly out at me and take me into the wardrobe and would never be seen again. needless to say i never got up to pee

I used to believe that if a shampoo said it was for 'greasy hair' then it would give you greasy hair. I thought this was what you needed to use if you had dry hair - to make it better

When I was younger I used to believe that something was always hiding behind the shower curtain.So everyday before i went to the bathroom i would take down the shower curtain.but soon my parents started to wonder wat was wrong with me and wen they found out told me that nothing was behind there.....but i inturpreted this as "you better suck it up cause im sick of putting that shower curtain back up"

When I was young I used to get very scared at night in my bed! I hated the dark and used to always hear noises and think there was a robber or murderer or monster/alien or something coming up the stairs to get me. I would hide under the bed sheets and tuck them all underneath me so no part of my body was exposed. Escpecially in the summer, I would get extremely hot and sweat and not be able to get to sleep, but I thought it was safer that way. How silly! hehe

When i was little, i used to believe that in the case of a serial killer, monster, or various other demonic beings, that i could get hurt by them if my feet werent covered. And if i were to be attacked, the blanket over the head was a sure form of protection.

Also, if i was alone somewhere and heard a noise, i thought that freezing and not moving or looking at anything would keep me safe.

I used to believe that when walking on checkered tiles, if i stepped with my heel on one color, then that color would continue under my foot as i was walking. This was only in my head, of course.

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im 14 and i still believe that if i leave part of my bady hanging over the edge of my bed then a big nasty man/creature thing will pull me under and torture me then eat me!!! god knows where i got this from but hey sure scares the hell outta me!!

I used to think that every time I passed a mirror people on the other side could see me. Needless to say, I would smile and pose for the mirror and blow it kisses. Once I even talked to it, telling it about myself.

When I was small, I heard about the death of Lincoln and afterwards John Wilkes Booth was under my bed. I believed that he was hired by the government to get my blood because I was somehow special.
There was a red spot on my blanket that I thought was blood (it was actually the lips of a giant face, superimposed on the comforter), and if he touched that he could then pull me from the bed and get what he needed. I even thought that there were cameras watching my every move!
Eventually, when I was nine, we came to an agreement where he wouldn't get me if I was sleeping or if the lights were on, and I left the lights on for days until he gave up and went away.

i used to believe that people inside the television were doing it live and was amazed because they didnt look sleepy when i watched til in the early morning.

I used to believe when I was little that the room underneath the stairs was where the boogeyman lived with his pets (Which happened to be crocodiles) and at night they used to come out and look for someone to eat.

I used to hide underneath my blankets at night because I didn't want the boogeyman to come and eat me or feed me to his pet crocodiles.

If I had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I'd take a flashlight and walk very slowly down the stairs. I'd pause for a second before the room under the stairs and then run really fast past it because I used to think he'd jump out and grab me.

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.