at home

When I was about 6 I used to think if I left my closet open when I was just about to go to sleep that the clothes would walk out and get me, but they couldn't if I didn't keep the closet open.

I scared myself so much the one time I left my closet open I made myself belive they were coming out so I had to have my big white bear come save me! So I would slowly crawl to the edge of my bed take my blanket crawl across the floor to where my stuffed animals were then get the bear and sleep with it right above my head as I balled myself right in the middle of the bed.

i used to make my dad check under the bed cuz i thought there was something that was gonna eat me also i always felt safer under the covers cuz i thought if there was something it could not get me from under the covers i still sleep fully ynder the covers even in the summer

When my brother and I were 4 and 6, we used to hear the furnace running at night. We called it "the noises" and we thought that if we didn't fall asleep quickly, "the noises" would come upstairs and get us.

I myself for some reason believed when I was younger that sharks or other vicious creatures lived in the carpet...I would run from the kitchen to the couch I would jump on furniture to aviod touching the carpet, I was scared...Now that I'm older and wiser I've got my niece thinking that there are sharks living in the carpet..heh...fun.

I used to believe that there was an evil old lady with gray hair living in my basement. I was terified of her, so every time i was going back upstairs I ran as fast as I could filled with terror. I did this for the longest time and i don't know why :)

When my sister and I were about ages 3-5, we would believe that the ceiling stole our toys and socks. We thought this because in the morning, our toys would be on the floor (we wouldn't see them though), and our socks were off of our feet (they really slipped off during the night.) I remembered one time that I thought I saw the ceiling steal one of my toys.

I used to believe…

since a couple of years ago, i have been deathly afraid of windows. i guess it is becuase once i was at my grandmothers house and i was told that outside the almost dark sunset was beautiful. well the blinds were closed so i just prodded open one of the blinds so i could see outside...all of a sudden i saw two eyes and screamed bloody murder. later i was told that it was my uncle playing a dirty little trick on me.. well now i am deathly afraid to look at a window at night, but even in the day im scared too. if some walks by my window i scream very badly..(my family member continue to play this mean trick on me and i am almost 14!!)

When I was little me and my sister believed everything had "spirits" As in everything had a soul. Even the little flowers on our wallpaper. And if anything was thrown out, it would lie in the trash and cry. Because it didn't want to be thrown out. And we had to move it's spirit to something else that was lacking a spirit, so it would be happy again and not cry.

Once my sister's doll had her head broken off and we had to move her spirit to the 'B' on the buger king sign opposite our house so her spirit won't just wander around without a 'body'.

When my little sister and I were about 4-6 years old, we would be scared to death to sleep with stuffed animals. We thought so because we had an irrational fear that the ceiling took our toys and socks at night, because when we would wake up in the morning, they were nowhere to be found. (The toys went on the floor and our socks really just came off while we were sleeping). Once, I even "saw" the ceiling take one of my favorite Barbies.

I once was lying in bed about to fall asleep I had my eyes closed when I got this feeling I was sliding I tried to open my eyes but they would not open in my mind I thought someone was at my window had opened it and was pulling me out the window when I finally opened my eyes I was so scared I curled up under the covers and went to sleep. I am still afraid of that end of the bed

There were small waterfalls hidden under the floor. If I stepped to close to the border between carpet and regular floor, and there was a waterfall just there, I would fall into it and be whisked away to a tropical island. I was terrified, and sat motionless on the carpet for quite some time. Eventually my mother cured me, by drawing and subsequently burning a picture of a waterfall.

when i was little i used to think that a dragon lived under my stairs and would come out of the stairs and literally burn me to death...everytime i was alone in the dark i would turn the light on and run up the stairs...

When my friend and I played outside at my Granny's house, we would look in her bedroom mirror and get scared to death at the strange people that were in there. One day we got brave enough to tell my Granny and when she came outside to see what we were talking about, she started laughing hysterically as she saw us looking at ourselves in the mirror of her vanity. We didn't look like ourselves when looking through the slats of the blinds!

when i was four i was convinced that rainbow brite lived in my basement. my basement is divided into two sections, a furnished section and a dingy washer and dryer section. so, the rainbow brite kids lived on the nice side and murky and lurky lived on the bad side. i was fairly convinced that there was some sort of portal that took you to their world after 8pm. it took me years to shake the feeling that something bad would get me on the unfinished side.

I used to watch a lot of spy movies when I was young, so I thought if I pressed certain cabinet handles and doorknobs, a secret door would open somewhere in the house.

when I was little I thought there were things under my bed that whould kill me or geve me bad dreams so I had to stare at a lamp and a picture with bunnys on them? and my older brother hates bunnys go figure. When I had to turn the lamp off I whould close my eyes exactly when the light turned off or else the things under my bed would give me bad dreems