at home

When i was little (about 4)my dad got sick of me using a nightlight do he said next time i would use it it would blow up the sad thing was i was afrad of the light till i was about 10

Other kids beleived there were monsters under their bed, I beleived there was a pyscho killer. I'd take running jumps to my bed and jumped to the door out of bed. I'd always leave my door open in case the killer decided to come out so I could make a quick escape. I'd never hang any body partout of my bed so the killer wouldn't stick his knife through it. I wonder what happened to that killer...

I thought there were monsters under my bed that would reach out and grab me if my legs came in range, so I used to turn off my light, get a running start & take a flying leap to land on the bed so they couldn't get me.

I used to believe in the invincibility of my blanket, that if I was completely coevered by the blanket and the ends tucked under me, that nothing, not burglars or the monsters under the bed, could hurt me.

When i was little, i used to think there was a little man in the refridgerator that would turn the light on and off for you. I would open and close it real fast to try to see him, but i never did. lol

As far as I knew, people took baths because they needed to be watered in order to grow, just like plants. It made absolutely perfect sense.

The only thing I couldn't figure out about it was why people kept on giving the excuse that people bathe to keep clean. Really, being watered seemed a whole lot more logical!

When I was younger I used to think that if I sat on the edge of the bed for too long, something would grab my legs, drag me under the bed and take me into another world, actually I still think that, not sure why, as I Know that it's just not possible, must be all the fear in me from when I was younger, I'm almost 30 by the way!!!

I used to believe that animals could pop out of my walls and would eat me so I went in the hallway and slept on the floor or I would go in the kitchen and climb out the window

I used to believe…

that people were in my basement but it was my dad's Wwe wrestleing cardboard stand up thing and i never knew who it was but i thought they tried to kidnap me or they were a burgular I usually relized them by thier shadows and I would never go in the basement

I used to believe that my duvet cover was monster-proof and for some reason, monsters couldn't eat the top half of my head. So I was perfectly safe with my nose poking out over the top.

When I was about nine, my cousin told me that when a smoke detector blinks red, it means there is a fire. I went and asked my dad if it was true and he told me it just meant the detector is working. However I still can't look at a smoke detector. If I do, and it blinks red, I freak out still

I used to run from the door of my bedroom and jump on my bed and then to leave my room I would stand on the bed and jump from the bed to the door because I thought that the monster under the bed would grab my feet and pull me under.

I'd jump off my bed a good 3 feet to the floor out of reach of anything under there. Y'know, just in case. I think I got over it when I started storing books under there -- you can't be scared of a place when you know what's down there.

After watching "Are You Afraid of the Dark?" when I was about six, I climbed up to the top bunk of the bed and had a dream that a skeleton's hands crawled out from underneath my bed. Obviously, the episode I watched including a skeleton grabbing a little boy by the leg and trying to drag him underneath the bed. Needless to say for the longest time I would carefully climb onto the dresser and jump off to avoid being anywhere NEAR the floor under my bed.

When I was little I couldn't let my back face the room in bed because I thought that the skeletons underneath my bed would poke my bottom with needles. Even at 14 I can't sleep with my back facing the room (not for that reason)

Well, one time I had a nightmare while I was sitting at a desk, when I looked into the garbage can it swallowed me whole. So a few weeks after I would try my hardest not to come within two feet of a garbage can and always tried to toss things into it, when I missed I either left it on the floor or picked it up, threw it in and ran into the other room..

i used too believe(and still do) that if i have my hand and foot hanging of the bead a scary man would grab me from under the bed and drag me under i am now 14 and still am scared to hang over the bed

when i was about 6, and my dads boss would call our house my dad would turn the television down i thought he was trying to make the living room sound bigger, to impress his boss.

I used to believe that if you stared into a mirror for too long, the devil would start staring back at you! My mom told me this as I was quite a vain child and spent hours gazing into the mirror! Now, I still don't pause too long, you can never be too careful!