at home

I thought the Virgin Mary appeared in my bathroom mirror -- curious, because there were no Catholics in a 2-mile radius of my house. It had two eyes, a mouth, and even some hairs! I videotaped it and freaked out everyone.

When I was a child I used to believe that there were very dangerous cats hiding under my bed every night. So I was afraid every time I went to bed and I had to check under it just to be sure there were'nt any. And I didn't dare to have a foot or a leg outside the bed because then the cats would have bitten me...

When I was young and impressionable, I asked my dad what that loud rumbling noise was when you took out the bath plug to drain the water. He told me that it was the bath monster growling cos he didn't like getting wet. He said that if I didn't get out of the bathroom as quick as I could, the bath monster would come out of the plughole and eat me. For years I was absolutely terrified of the bath monster and up until the age of about 13 whenever I had a bath I used to remove the plug and immediately race out of the bathroom fearing for my life.

You know, I don't think parents fully understand what effect their lies have on small children...

one day I saw my cousin, Sam, reaching and grabbing things at the window that were invisible to me. when asked what he was doing he replied that he was "catching the sun" (he saw the dust particles floating around and beleived that it must be sun)

My sister (evil as she was) Always told me that monsters lived under our bed. Every night we would fight over who would turn off the light.Being the youngest. It was usually me...I remember jumping as far as I could to not get close to the bedside...afraid of being grabbed... I am 30 years old and I still can not stand beside a bed in the dark....I still catch myself leaping in....LOL

When I was little I used to think there were monsters under my bed. I stopped believing it quickly though but once night when I was 8 I watched Nightmare On Elm Street with my brothers and they said that Freddie was going to come from underneathe my bed and kill me. I told then that he was make believe and stormed off. Later that night I guess one of them snuck underneath my bed. He started to grunt, and then shake the bed a little bit, and then really rocked the bed and then he pulled the blankets and me underneathe the bed....I peed all over the place. I had to sleep in the bed with my parents for 3 monthes. I get scared just thinking about that night.

Our kitchen used to have this hideous wallpaper with these blotchy yellow and orange flowers. I was terrified of them; I called them "Sing-a-songs," which was my perversion of "Yosemite Sam," who I had sort of an early love/hate relationship with. My mother was not pleased when I drew all over the wall in an attempt to make it less scary.

i used to believe that when you accidentally threw something away you would never get it back (LOL!!!)

When i was a lot younger i thought that there were creatures under my bed that would get me if i stray from my bed during the night, so i always laid dead center of the bed never to venture out to the open spaces of my room.

When I was eight I believed that everything you see in tv programmes were real-so when I was flicking through channels and saw a girl grabbing her bedroom door as she was being sucked under the bed I blocked the space under my bed so the "boogie man " wouldn't get me!!

When I was a young lad, I believed that the electrical outlets, which looked like two eyes and mouth, were talking to me, and I carried on long conversations with the outlets.

When I was a young girl of about the age of 4-5, I was told by my grandparents that if you wore a bathing suit into the bath tub while washing, potatoes would grow out of your ears and clog them up so you couldn't hear.

I don't know where in this world they got that idea from, but it was a good white lie to keep me from "swimming" in the bath tub.

When I was very young I used to sleep in a sleeping bag on top my bed underneather the sheets though. I was always wondering where my feet were. I could feel strange things down there. Every time I looked I couldn't see anything because it was so dark down there.

One time something pinched my toe. (it was the zipper but I didn't know that.)

One day I had to find out, so crawled down to the bottom of my sleeping bag. Boy was I surprised when I got stuck. I thought something had grabbed me and I start yelling and screaming... and my dad had to come and rescue me.

When I was 10 my sister told me that she had seen the face of the person she was in her past life in the mirror in the bathroom. She said that once when she was alone at home, she went in the bathroom, closed the door and switched off the lights but before that she put a candle right next to her but in a way when the mirror wouldn't reflect it. So she concentrated on watching the point right between her eyebrows. After a while her face got another shape and changed into a man's face. She got scared, blew out the candle and ran away. I believed her when she told me this but now I'm not quite sure I still believe her. We were kids back then and sometimes kids make up that kind of stories just to attract someone's attention.

I used to think that the record button on a tape deck would make it blow up.(i.e: REC=Wreck) I'm pretty sure this wasn't a theory I'd come up with on my own. My dad agreeing with me may have helped to perpetuate the myth!

From an early age I truly believed that if I fell asleep on top of the covers, that the bed monster would grab my feet. My paranoia led me to be very obsessive about making sure the sheet was tucked in pretty tight at the end of my bed when I wanted to go to sleep. If I felt it wasn't tight enough, I would then just tuck the sheet tightly around my feet. And it worked... the bed monster never got me.
Sadly: by force of habit... I still can't go to sleep until my feet are well covered. I guess you can say I ahve Post Bed Monster Syndrome.