at home

Once when I was a kid my Dad went into the attick. I was fascinated there was a room in the house I had never been in and I wanted to go so baddly. My Dad told me I couldn't because you had to walk on planks or you would fall through the ceiling. For the longest time I pictured floating boards in this attick and my Dad jumping on them as the floated by. I never did see the attick

I still have not shaken this belief, but when I was little, as long as I remember, I was always afraid that my reflection was not really a reflection, but some "evil twin" in another world who was always looking for the opportunity to snatch me and kill me. I would always be afraid to look in the mirror and be afraid that the other me in the mirror would not be doing what I was doing, and that I would have a heart attack from fear.

I used to believe there was monster that lived under my bed. Thing was, it could only come out in the dark. So I would stretch out for the light switch, then jump straight into bed when I switched the light off.

When I was young, I used to believe that while I was sleeping at night, the ghosts of dead people would pass over my bed - over and over again. So I had to make sure I didn't breathe too heavy or they would know I was alive and want to take me with them - if they didn't see my breathing they would leave me alone.....
Strange, I know.... :-)

i was about 7 and a friend told me that her grandad was dead and he was under her parents bed. i would not go near my parents bed because i thought my dead grandad would be under there

I used to think our cardboard stand-up of Steve Martin talked to me through our vacuum cleaner. It sure didn't help that my dad hid behind him and spoke into the cleaner hose...

When I was about 7, I was so convinced that there were monsters under my bed that every night I would hide under my duvet, and stuff soft toys down both sides to protect me. As if that weren't enough, I would then cover my head with the duvet, tucking it under my pillow just to be sure it wouldn't be pulled off by the monsters. I then lay frozen in that position until I went to sleep, or ran out of oxygen, whichever came first.

I used to believe that creatures lived between my bed head and the wall. I had to sleep with my pillow stuffed in the gap between the mattress and the headboard in-case something reached up and touched me.

I used to be scared to close the windows at night - reaching out across the black space (even when it was only 5 inches) used to freak me out, kept thinking something would reach up and grab my hand - and it wouldn't be a person. I would have to do it really fast or not at all.

Our family lived in Malawi Africa and often there were power cuts. The candles were lit and at 5 years old I firmly believed that the candles helped the electricity come back on.

when i was little my mother used to tell me if i didnt get out of the bath i would be sucked down the plughole!

Some Times when i try to fall aslep(by the way im 12) i feal some cold breaze and i think its a gost and i get realy cold and swety and i get realy scard when my feet get out of the blankes.

I Beleive in gosts

I used to believe…

dad shouted up one morning to me and my bro to search for a cat that had run upstairs when the front door was open. We spent hours searching for it. Of course it was a ploy to keep us upstairs for hours.....

I used to believe…

dad shouted upstairs to me and my brother one morning to make sure that we wear our wellies all day around the house as the washing machine had exploded and soaked the carpets.......we did, for a whole day. Little did we know that the washing machine was fine

When I was around 8, I found the knob to the bathroom door all messed up one morning. My father told me that a burgaler had come in the night before and broken into the bathroom. I believed that story for many years. Now, I think he probably broke it himself somehow. He still denies telling me that story, however.

When I was young, I was convinced that if I didn't get downstairs again before the toilet stopped flushing, something terrible would happen. It did a couple of times when I slipped and fell downstairs!