at home

when i was about 6 - 7, i beleived that if you turned off the light and said *candyman* 5 times. then the candyman would jump out of the mirror and give you a poisened candy cane. and if you ate it, when you went to sleep, you would dream that the candyman would scratch you with big freddy creuger nails, and you would wake up with the scratches. then after a few weeks of having the candyman dreams, candyman would kill you.
(this was origionally a scary story told to me by a baby sitter) friends used to scare my by locking me in the bathroom with the lightswitch outside and telling me that i had to say it before they let me out. because i was afraid of the dark at the time, i said it. i was so scared.

when i was 5, i had some mino's left over from a fishing trip. my dad said i could keep them as pets. i had no fish tank, so i put them in the toilet. the water looked dirty, so i put some vanish in the toilet, it made the water blue, and the fish happy. it looked like they where dancing. until my dad flushed the toilet.

Like many young children, my (older) brother used to be afraid that he could be sucked down the drain of the bathtub. He once told me that to test his fear, he put me in the tub and drained it, to see if I would go down the drain. Apparently, I wasn't as important as he tub toys. Maybe that's why I never had a fear of the drain.

I used to believe when I was young that there was always something under my bed that would grab you and pull you under if any of my body parts hung over the side of the bed!! Needless to say I didn't sleep much as a child. And to this day I still make sure nothing hangs over the side of the bed once the lights go out!!!!

I used to believe…

you know those little troll things with weird colored eyes and funky hair? well i used to belive that if u left one of those under the bed then they would walk up and kill you in the night. *scary!*

I always thought there were wild monkeys in my closet that came out at night, so me and my dad had a routine every night where he'd come in and tell the monkeys to leave me alone

I used to always jump from my bed to the floor then run because I thought there was something under my bed. I always would turn on the light jump to my bed then get somthing to turn the light off from my bed. I also always used to think that if I layed really really still in my bed the monsters wouldn't notice me and they would leave me alone. So I would always lay facing the wall everything covered up but the front of my faceas still as possible.

When I was five or six years old, my mom noticed that I was very fidgety before I went to sleep. In reality, I moved my feet around as much as possible because I was afraid miniature leprechauns were going to steal my toes. I think this was the result of an unnatural fear of the "This Little Piggy" game, too many Lucky Charms, and a highly overactive imagination.

I used to think that there was another world somehow connected to my closet. I thought I could talk to them in my head, and once I actually slept in there because the 'fairies' were at war with the leprecauns.

As I child I was convinced that if I hid under the bed covers, it would help to protect me from the variety of things that I thought wanted to 'get' me, one of whom as the Elephant Man who I believed lived in my wardrobe. I spent many a sleepless and sweaty night trying in vain to scream to wake my parents.

My dad, being a dentist, had a skull from his Uni days but this had to be put in the attic to calm me down. My older sisters often played on my fears and one night, after smearing soap thickly on her face (and leaving the area round her eyes soap-free to look like dark sockets) came into my room moaning 'Davina, Davina, the skull's coming to get you'. I was absolutely hysterical thinking I was gonna die and my sisters got the biggest bollocking.

I used to believe that the red carpet all through our hallway and stairs was the sea , with Jaws living in it. It had gone solid because there was so much blood in it, but Jaws might make it watery again at any time, so I ran every time I had to set foot on it.... :)

I used to believe that if you stayed in the bath after all the water had drained out, you'd either be sucked down into the drain, or some hand would pull you down it. This led to me leaping out the bath the instant I pulled the plug out :P

When I was 6, I thought there was a giant lobster under my bed, just waiting to grab me with his lobster claws and pull me under. My brother would always pretend that he was being pulled under my bed by the lobster. I was horrified!

well the stairs to my basement have no back, it's just a step then a board connecting it to the next step, well when i was little i always thought that the trix bunny and the lucky charms guy and count chocula would grab my ankles pull me under and eat me! so i would ALWAYS run up and down the stairs super fast.. i was terrified!

I had discovered that, the keys I found on the floor did NOT turn my house into a giant fighting robot when I stuck them in the power socket in my room.

So I tried the whole rest of them!

I believed (kinda still do...) that there was a slow monster and a fast monster. If you moved slow, the slow monster would eat you, but if you moved fast, the fast monster would eat you. It was a no win situation. Grrr...

I also believed that if you would stay totally under your covers, that you would be safe from the monster looming over your bed. Of course, after a while I couldn't breathe and the monster always seemed to come on hot summer nights. I sweated the bed wet, but still wouldn't take the covers off. WEird.