at home

I truly believed that the devil lived in my closet at night. I remember being more annoyed than angry. I didn't understand why he had to live in MY closet of all places!

I used to believe that there were vampires under my bed. I always ran and took a flying leap into bed so that they couldn't grab me before my "army" of stuffed animals could protect me.

My parents have a small photo album containing our baby pictures that's always been referred to as the Spogbook, it was even printed on the front of it. For years I thought that a Spogbook was a term widely used to mean a small photo album for baby pictures. It was only recently when I used ther term in front of someone outside the family that my mum told me it was actually Spogboek - the Afrikaans for Photo Album which they'd bought when living in Africa in the 70s...

I used to believe that under my bed was a verry big rat who was making some freakin` noizes just when I tried to sleep...And those noizes were so terifying,that I always slept until 7 years with the light on...

When I was four, I dreamt that a little man who wore a three-piece suit and carried a briefcase used to live under my bed. In my dream he cut off one of my fingers when I hung my hand down and I went running crying to my mother in the morning, but she explained that my finger was still there. After that, I always did the "run and jump" into bed. The wierd thing is, we lived on an army base in Germany and had no TV. I always wonder how I even had that picture in my mind. Past-life remembrance perhaps?

When I was about 5 we got pink bats put in our roof and i when asked why i was told 'they keep the heat in' which is normal enough exect for the fact that i was scared out of my wits because i was under the impression that there were real bats in out roof. I couldn't sleep properly for months.

My family was very poor while I was growing up, so my sister and I used to dig holes in our yard to try to find the diamonds in the earth's crust that we learned about in school so we could give them to Mom and Dad so we wouldn't be poor anymore.

Having seen Laurel and Hardy go down the plughole in the bath with the water I always had to jump out of the bath before plulling the plug out in case I suffered the same fate.

i think i was about 7 when i had a frightening dream that my reflection came out of the mirror and caused all kinds of trouble for me, evil twin style. after that i was terrifyed that it would really happen, and checked on my reflection quite often to make sure it wasn't planning on anything.

I used to belive that under my bed is sth really evil...well, sometimes I'm still afraid in spite of i'm almost 19...

my grandma had a cupboard upstairs and one directly beneath it dwnstairs. my sister and cousin tld me th@ this was the boogie mans lift & thn 2 prove it they got in but when i ran dwnstairs they wernt ther so i ran bak upstairs n the cupboard was empty, when i got dwnstairs again i saw them coming out of the "lift" and for ages was convinced that it was an actual lift!

When I was younger, I was often afraid to turn of the lights in the cellar. Because, each time I did I would think of an old farmer by an old-fashioned house, kinda zombie-looking, sometimes with a stick in his hand. He would come out of the dark to hunt me down or something - I was never sure exactly what he would do - moaning and crying and reaching out towards me. I would always hurry up the stairs and close the door quickly, fear just a step behind. I don't know why it was a farmer, we don't even live near any farm or on a farm, and I don't have any fears for farms as my grandparents have one. The strangest thing is, though, that the old farmer is so familiar-looking, as I've seen him before...

I used to believe that there were snakes under my bed and that if i didn't sleep in the middle of the bed they would get me!

I used to believe that late at night a man with a chainsaw would come in through the windows and kill me.

When I had to use the bathroom at my grandparents house when I was younger I had to bring an offering. You see in the light fixture there was a lot of dead flys and moths. I beleived they were the guardians of the bathroom. If I didn't bring something they would catch me and make me live in the ligt fixture forever!

Apparently when I was younger I didn't cotton on for quite a long time that the mirror reflected things, so I used to think that there was someone else in the mirror whenever I looked in it. No matter how often people would tell me it was me, I wouldn't believe them. Interestingly, although I am now in my 20s I often look at my reflection and it doesn't seem like me.