at home

When I was about four, my mom figured that it was safe to take out those plastic things that cover electrical outlets. One day, I had my Little Mermaid tent set up and wanted to play with my Barbies in between the tent and the wall. Sadly, though, there was an outlet on that wall. I was freaking out and thought I would get electricuted. I thought being electricuted meant that lightning would come out of the outlet and shock you. So, I wanted to plug up the hole and could only gind metal bread twist ties. Let's just say I learned that metal and electricity are not a good match.

I used to hate going to sleep, I would kick and scream an run around my room, so to make me get in bed my mom told me that there were gypsies that wander around at night, and if little girls aren't in their beds at 8 or whenever my bedtime was, the gypsies would come and put them in a sack and take them away forever. I would hide under my covers and not let even my little toe stick out. I also didn't want them to grab my feet when I was getting into bed so I would get a running start in the hall and jump as far as i could to get to bed.

After I took a shower or bath I would always leave a puddle of water all over the tiles. My mom HATED that. So she told me that if the water was left there for too long the tiles would come up and be all pointy and I though that if I stepped on it they'd poke me and hurt. I also believed that if I poured a water bottle out on the carpet upstairs it would leak through the downstairs ceiling and it would be like it was raining inside! It's a shame that never worked...

i always have and still do think that theyres a mirror world on the other side of the glass. your reflection is the exact opposite of you, except they look exactly the same. these mirror people always knew where you were and when you were going to look in a mirror and what you were going to do when you looked in the mirror.

i was always trying to fake out my reflection, like id start to move my hand one way and then trow it back the other. needless to say it never worked

When I was young my bed was against the wall. I used to belive if I got too close to the crack I would shrink and fall down. The fear was hightened when my brother told me a troll lived there.

When my twin sister and I were younger we had a bathroom with two sinks and a mirror over each sink. we would sit for hours in front of the mirrors sitting on the counter with our feet in the sink talking to our "mirror friends". It was amazing how they said the exact same things at us at the same time. How entertaining. It was fun even though we subconciously knew it wasnt real. 3 year olds are so amusing.

I was young when I saw the movie E.T. He freaked me out so bad. I started having dreams about him chasing me. And started to think he lived under my bed. I would wake up in the middle of the night from a bad dream, and run to my parents room up stairs. While trying to get there, I would think he was chasing me and as soon as I touch their bed he would go away. To this day I am still freaked out by him. And have not watched the movie.

I used to belive that if all of my body except my head was not covered by a blanket or sheet while I slept, a man would chop the exposed body parts off. Strangly enough, I wasn't scared by this.

i was convinced this was real untill i finally admitted to myself that i HAD to be dreaming:
when i was really young, like 3 or 4, i was lying in bed and all of a sudden my room filled up with water to my bed. a little ship sailed over and "docked" on my bed. these little tiny pilgrims got out and started talking in really deep, scary voices. thats all i remember.

man, i was so weird

My mom had one of those infamous Home Interior's pictures of a mailbox in a field with a brown bird sitting on it. For some reason, it always looked like a arched headed monster that creeped me out until my teen years when she took it down.

At age 3, after seeing the adams family of course, annually every night i had my ritual dream (or at least i think it was, but anything goes at 3) of where i light on looking over the edge of my bed while snuggled up to a teddy bear, sometimes 4 or 5 of them. I looked down at the carpet, which was swarmed by 15 or so "Things" (aka hands). One particular night, my final night of having the terrifying dream, I got a little to close to the edge of the bed, and my biggest mistake of all, Teddy wasn't snuggled up against me to fight them off in case of emergency. Suddenly i fell off of my bed and onto the floor covered with "Things". In a pure state of shock, I began screaming, screaming, and screaming. Still dreaming, I saw the hands turn and rush towards me. I rolled the only place I could, away from them, which also happened to be under the bed, infested with several more hands. Still, things managed to do the impossible! Get even worse. I could no longer see my Thomas the Train Night Light!!! I screamed, cryed, and screamed some more. Within seconds my dad was in the room to help me out from under the bed.

When I was little, my mom used to sit me in front of the TV and put on the 'neverending story'. The wolf scared me to death but, as I later found out, she thought I loved the movie because I always looked so intense. Well, this movie led to frantic dashes up the basement stairs (and still continues to this day if I get paranoid enough) because the wolf in the movie OF COURSE lived in my basement

Once, when I was 8 yrs old or so, my older sister, age 10 , told me that a person name Jakrin Anger would "come and strangle me to death while I was in my bed, anyday now".
Gullible child I was, every night I would make my mum and dad check everywhere for a person named Jakrin. they laughed, but realized that I was serious when I began to cry.
I finally, FINALLY, stopped my fear of Jakrin when I was 11, when my sister finally decided to end the stupid little trick. Needless to say, I was steaming.

when i was young, i had a foam rubber pillow (my preference, everybody else in the family had feathers). the pillow had internal voids and ribs (sort of like egg packaging), and i thought that this was the body of a huge, dead spider. for some unknown reason, this did not terrify me!

My dad went to Japan before I was born. He brought alot back with him including plates and alot of wall art. Well when i was younger i would look at the wall art and be VERY afraid. I can't explain it, it might have been the pale woman holding umbrellas. I used to believe that I couldn't leave my room after the hall lights had been turned off or else these woman would jump out of their pictures, chase me down, and eat me.

I still remeber a few times sleeping under the couch in the living room because I hadn't gone to my room before the hall lights were turned off.

I once asked Santa if he could take the woman away. My parents were obviously confused. I still can't stand to look at them.

Until I was about 10, I used to be convinced my great-grandma lived under my bed and that if I dangled my feet, she would pull me under and kill me. A recent talk with my mom, I found out she had the same belief!

I used to believe that there was a group of monsters who met under the bed that I slept in at my grandmother's house. There was a vampire, a witch, an octopus, and several unidentifiable creatures, and there meetings always seemed to be when I was visiting. I thought they could see through the mattress, sheets, and my pajamas, and my mother had told me not to let anyone see me naked, so I would always wrap up in layers and layers of covers, even when it was hot.

I was a pretty smart child and realized, of course, that lions were too big to fit under my bed. Because of this, I used to believe that alligators and crocodiles were under my bed at night.