at home

We moved house when I was about 9 and the night before we moved my gran was taking the lightshades down. As she put the lightbulbs back in my dad said don't touch the lightswitch your gran will go up in a blue light if you do.

I had visions of lighting up blue and crackling just the way they do in cartoons. I was itching to flick the switch to see this phenomenon

when i was 5 i used to believe that if you got into your dovet cover and did it up than nothing could ever get you, not even the monster under the bed.

I used to believe that their was a disembodied arm (up to the elbow) that used to live in the gap between my and my twin sisters beds.

I thought that if i slept with my arms up outside my covers it would come and tickle me under my arms and wouldn't stop. I imagined it used to move in see-sawing motion....oh it's just too horrible

my sister and i used to believe that there were gremlings hiding under our parents bed so whenever we wanted to get onto their bed or off it we jumped very quickly across, since we thought that if we were too slow the gremlings would reach out there long boney arms and grab our ankles. Thankfully this didnt last too long....

I used to believe the dust "bunnies" under my bed were real bunnies! I used to try and crawl under my bed to try and catch them, or see if they would bite me! One did "bite me," but later I found out it was an static electricity shock.

I believed that the crocodile that bit off Captain Hook's hand in Peter Pan resided under my bed. I always made sure I didn't dangle arms or legs over the side of the bed in case it was me next. Even now, at the age of 34,I can't sleep if there is a ticking clock in the room.

When I was growing up I used to believe that the people in the posters hanging on my walls would come to life when I wasn't in the room!!! I used to try to "catch" them by opening the door REALLY fast!!!

I used to believe that there was a crocodile living under my bed.

I thought that there were little people that lived behind the curtains on the windowsill when the curtains were closed. When I used to walk to bed across the landing Id say good night to them, and sometimes have a little chat.

when I was a small child, my brother and I would say "I want ... , I want ... , I want ..." sometimes my dad would say, "yeah, and the people downstairs want ice water"

I was always afraid to go into the basement because I was afraid of all the thristy people that were hiding down there.

I used to believe that if I laid on my back in my bed that the monster hiding underneath it couldn't grab me if I was watching. So I never slept on my side.

when i was little i was afraid to let any part of my body or blankets hang over the side of the bed, thinking that something would grab it and drag it under the bed. i'm much older now, and i still won't dangle any part of my body over the side of the bed.

I used to believe you could live down the back of the sofa...

Whenever I went to sleep (I had long hair) I was always afraid to have my hair hang at the back or side of the bed and that It would get cut off. So I never let my hair hang anywhere..I was soo scared.

when i was younger. i had this fear of dark rooms. i would always run through the room straight to the light switch. i would always think someone/thing was just behind me about to grab me so i would switch on the light and whip around. sometimes i find myself still doing it. lol.

When I was three or four years old, we lived in a fourth-floor walk-up flat that had steam heat. The radiator would go "hsssssssss-PFT!" every few seconds when the head was on. I would hear this sound in my dream, and I remember quite distinctly a nightmare I used to have where I would wake up and the radiator would be coming after me, going "hsssssss-PFT!" It would chase me into the living room and burn me on the knee. Then I'd wake up screaming, convinced that the radiator had chased me into the living room and burned me on the knee, and somehow I'd managed to crawl back to bed. I soon became terrified of the radiator in my room, certain that it was just waiting for its chance to get me.

Finally one day my mum came in and handed me a cap gun, one with the little rolls of paper with a bit of black powder that made a snap when the trigger was pulled. She told me that if, in the night, the radiator began to threaten me, I was to shoot it.

That night, instead of being woken up by screaming, my folks were woken up by loud SNAP!s of the cap pistol. There I was, sitting up in bed, shooting my radiator.

It went "hsssssss-PFT!" for many years to follow but I never had that nightmare again.