at home

when i was little i used to think that the giant from "jack in the beanstalk" lived in the celing fan in my bathroom and when i went to the bathroom i always had to keep looking at it to make sure he didn't come down and eat me!

When I was little and I used to take baths, I would sit in the tub and watch the all water go down the drain before I got out. Toward the end, the water tends to make a "tornado". I believed that there was a tiny village in the drain and I was a villainous giant who was destroying their town with my tornado. I felt kind of bad about it, but what could I do?

I went through this phase when I was about 6 where I strongly believed that the person in the mirror was the REAL me and I was just her reflection, and that there was a thing where we got switched. I think I must've read too much Alice in Wonderland.

My sister told me that there were little elves inside the bottom of the coffee maker that fueled a fire both to heat the coffee and light the little orange light on the coffee maker's panel.

I used to believe an evil crocodile lived under my bed and that once the light was off, if I put an arm or a leg over the side of the bed, it would leap out from underneath and bite them off.

i used believe that when i went to sleep in the dark ,4 strange men would crawl out from under my bed andspin it round and round when i had my eyes closed,or open a magic hatch under my bed andfly it round the middle of the earth,and if i opened my eyes they would hide and id just fall to my death!

When I first read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe... I thought that I could get to Narnia through the back of my closet. I used to try all the time, by standing in my closet and poking the back wall.

I used to think that if you put a hair dryer to your face your eyes would be sucked out and live in the hair dryer. Every time my mother would pull one out i'd run around the house shouting 'Let it dry, let it dry, o dear god let it dry.'

when i was in grade 1 or 2, we were shown this video to make us not afriad of monsters in the closet. it was about this kid who indeed had a monster in his closet, eyes looking when his mom had his back turned, funny noises, the whole bit.
anyway, it all turned out that the monster just wanted a friend becuase he was scared of th edark too, or somethng akin to it.

i am 18. to this day, i have never been able to sleep with a closet door open. thanks a lot, public school system.

When i was about 8 i watched Jaws! i was terrified and hid behind my mum and a giant cushion! After i had a bath and was petrified to go in, if i did a great white shark would come out of the plug hole and eat me whole with my legs first!!! i finally watched the film when i was 16 and i'm still afraid of sharks!!! X

My brother and I shared a bunk bed. He was older so he got the top bunk. I envied him because I thought that the Hamburglar was hiding under my bed. I had nightmares of the Hamburgler tickling me, and hitting me because I'd laugh at him. I knew laughing at him would make him mad, but I couldn't help it, and he'd get mad.
It sucked.

I used to believe that if you left the hoover on the same spot on the carpet switched on for too long then it would suck up all the fluff and you'd get a bald spot on the carpet.

I would hoover like a maniac to make sure my mum wouldn't tell me off for ruining the lounge carpet...

The mirrors in the upstairs bathrooms in my house had cabinets behind them with a slot for used razors. Until I was about 10, I thought all bathroom mirrors had cabinets, but that some were nailed to the wall because the razor slots were full and the builders didn't want peple to get hurt. This is also why the downstairs mirrors were bigger - to cover the hole.

When I was much younger, I used to believe that there were cameras in my living room, and they would watch my every movement. They didn't know that I knew about them, so whenever my mom or dad left me alone in the living room, I would act normal, only moving my eyes to search for the cameras. I never did find where they were hidden...
This stems from watching a show on bad babysitters, and how worried parents would hide "Nanny-Cams" to keep an eye on the sitter. For some reason I believed my parents wanted to keep an eye on me, in case I was bad.

When i was young and i stayed with my gran i used to think there was monkeys on the roof, this is because there was wires hanging down which came half way down the window then bent up again making the shape of a monkeys tail.

I used to believe that tiny men came to my bed at night and would cut off my feet unless i kept the covers tight tucked under my body. to this day i still sleep like that.

When I was about 2-3 my mom told me that as long as I was under my covers that no monsters could get me. I believed her and I still feel more comfortable all covered up.

i used to believe in many frightening things at our flat, many of them lurking in my room at night, but i was never scared of the dining room: there, under the bench, where we put the plastic shopping bags, slept a friendly burglar. i was sure he wouldn't hurt me but on the contrary wake up when something was wrong and protect me from any evil!

I remember when I was 8 yrs old and just moved into our new home... My mother took me into the laundry room and showed me the red switch plate which was the emergency heat for the boiler... She told me that if I touched that and flicked the switch that the whole house would blow up!! Well I never touched that switch! p.s. I was always in trouble!! LOL