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when i was little, i used to think that when you moved, they would bring a new house to were you live and take your old one away. i had always seen the pre-fab houses on the trucks so i thought that was what moveing was

I honestly used to believe that whenever water was draining- be it in a toilet, a shower, whatever- the swirling water could quite possibly create a tornado. When showering I had this intense fear that a tornado would form behind me, where the drain was. I believed this until I was at *least* nine and it still gives me the creeps.

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sometimes i wake up at night and i think that there are aliens watching me from outside the window. i'm so scared, i can't open my eyes... i don't even try to move any part of my body! i guess this has something to do with the stuff i was just dreaming, because i think i'm old enough to know that there are no aliens that are watching me ;-) but how can i know if i'm too scared to check?

when i was about 4 or 5 i watched this show called "are you afraid of the dark?" basically, it was a few kids telling ghost stories in front of a camp fire. well, on one particular episode, they told a story of a comic book villian who came to life. he was this evil jester guy and when he laughed, blue goo oozed out of his mouth. i thought it was fine until i went to bed that night. for some reason, i thought that this guy was hiding under my bed and no matter how i got out of my bed, he would get me. i laid there hugging my stuffed animal in hysterics until my parents came in and turned the light on. then i was fine but i never watched that episode the same.

This is actually my husband's story, when he was younger, he thought a giraffe lived in his room. His mother always told him that it felt like there was a DRAFT in his room. Of course, the two of them enventually straigtned this misunderstanding up, but I think it is a riot!

My Grandmother used to dry her nylon stockings on a rack in her bathtub. When the shower door was closed I could see them faintly through it. I was terrified of the vague shadowy shapes even though I wasn't sure what they were. But I knew they were bad. I would try to be as silent as possible when using the bathroom. And when I flushed, I ran out as quickly as possible.

I thought (when i was younger ) that unless i covered my whole body with blankets when i was sleeping that the evil "things" (monsters alins what ever)could get you. But if they cant see you thwy cant hurt you can they

When I was 4 I used to pack up all my barbies in little boxes and the put them on a doll stroller then stand on my moms bed and wait until a fire started so that I would be ready to leave the house, But it never happened.

You know those little green electric boxes? the ones with the sticker that showed a man getting shocked? I thought that that was a monster that lived in there, and if I got to close to it he would eat me. My parents encouraged this belief so i wouldn't get hurt.

I used to believe that when i looked in the mirror it was someone in a differnt land looking at me, and untill i was about 5 i never looked at myself in the mirror.

I always thought that the "things" that lived under the bed would get me if my hands or feet stuck out of the covers. Heaven forbid if they ACTUALLY dangled over the edge. THAT would be absolute death! Oh yeah, and if you have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night when the lights are off, you have to RUN so they don't get you before you turn the lights on at the wall switch. I always wanted a lamp or nightlight beside my bed so it wouldn't be dark.

When I was younger and everytime I used to take off my shirt or put one on, it covered my face and my eyes, so if i didnt quickly pull it over my head, this big needle coming from the cieling would poke my in the head. I guess because I couldn't see under my shirt and I scared myself thinking that.

Up until I was at least 11, I used to believe that a family of gnomes, who's physical appearance was much like the common garden gnome, lived under my bed and would steal my "nerves" (the only thing that I can compare them to is brain cells, which makes no sense) if any appendage hung over the edge of the bed. Not until a fateful science class, did I truly learn what nerves were.

Still to this day, I cannot let myself hang off the bed.

IT STARTED WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I USED TO THINK THAT SOMETHING WOULD GRAB MY FEET IF THE LIGHT WAS OFF AND I WAS TOO CLOSE TO MY BED, SO I WOULD TURN OF THE LIGHTS AND RACE TO MY BED AS IF I WAS RACING THE LIGHT. SOMETIMES I DO IT NOW AS A HABIT. ALSO, SOMETIMES IF MY FEET STICK OUT OF THE COVERS OR HANG OVER THE EDGE, THAT SOMEBODY WOULD CHOP THEM OFF, SO I WOULD ALWAYS PULL MY LEGS CLOSE.

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does anyone remember the crash test dummies that had commercials that told you to wear your seatbelts? i always feared those dummies, i thought they were under my bed or would come get me!

i used to believe the boogie man lived in the furnace and every night when i got up to go to the restroom..he would attack me..so i ran to my parent's room and stayed in there the rest of the night.

I used to think that this scary guy lived under my bed and he was mad because someone had stolen his toe. I thought he would come out from under the bed and kill me if i wasnt asleep!

I used to think that if you stayed in the bathtub while the water was draining that you would get sucked down.
So my mum would rip the plug out and I would scream and leap out of the bath and she'd just be laughing.

i used to believe that if any part of your body was too close to the edge of the bed or hanging over the side of the bed then it would be grabbed by the monster under the bed and you would be eaten