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As a child I was afraid of the dark and had a night light in my room. I couldn't sleep without it although its dim light probably gave the room a creepier look. I was sure there were monsters lurking under my bed and behind every nook and cranny but.. the trick was to hide completely under the bed covers, not even a finger showing, because the rule was that if you're completely covered the monsters couldn't get you! I have no idea where I got that rule or why I thought that the bed covers were such adequate protection..

I used to believe that if I sat in my wardrobe for long enough that I would end up going through it into a magical land - similar to that of Narnia, and at one point I believed that you actually could go there. Suffice to say that after spending mnay hours in my wardrobe being looked for I never actually got there.

When I was a kid, I used to think toothpaste was made from teeth. It made sense - where else would you get all the minerals and other stuff teeth needed? Besides, fish paste was made from fish, and meat paste was made from meat...

When I was little, my Mum told me that when the Queen went to the toilet, a lttle brush came up and scrubbed her bum when she had finished.

However, my Mum also convinced me that she and Elvis were very good friends. After no reply to my many letters to The King, I began to doubt this..

Triffids lived under the back verandah ... i was 10 when i saw the movie about those terrible plant alien things invaded ... we had plants called elephants ears (obvious reason)... we lived on a hill .. the breeze would rustle the leaves and make exactly the same noise as triffids ... usually around the time i was downstairs feeding the dog ... i was terrified ... still will not have them near my house as an adult ... you just never know do you ??

As a child I believed that any part of the body hanging over the edge of the bed was fair game for monsters. Even now as a 34 year old mother of two boys, I still won't let my arms or legs hang off of the bed.

We had this couch in our basement that had a picture of a dog carrying a duck in his mouth, stnading next to a pond. When I was little I asked what the doggy was doing with the duck. My mom told me that it was saving the duck because it was drowing. It wasn't until I resently looked at it that I realized the dog was a hunting dog and the duck was...

I began to believe at some point in mid-childhood that I had been sucked into the mirror in early childhood. The real me was on the otherside and this me was only the reflection. I was sometimes afraid that if I got to close and looked into her eyes that she would be able to switch with me again.

When I was little I used to believe that if I went up the stairs in the dark then I would never reach the top. I would just keep walking up the stairs for ever.

There was a Close-and-Play production of the House of Usher. It was quite frightening to us wee ones. When Madaline crawled from the grave and burst into the room she yelled, "Uhhhh" we ran from the room.
From that time on we called that monster the Uhh. Because I was the oldest, she lived under my bed at night. Eventually my brother and I killed the Uhh with a bomb. There was a toy called time bomb. It was basically a timer shaped like a bomb. You tossed it back and forth and if you had it when it went off, you lost. We wound up the bomb for three minutes, rolled it under my bed at midnight and ran for cover. Convinced she was dead, we slept soundly ever since.

I used to think that it was kind of sad that the bathroom mirror just sat there, reflecting and reflecting all day long with nobody in the room to see it.

This made me wonder if the mirror would stop reflecting when you weren't looking at it. I wondered what it looked like when it wasn't reflecting, and I used to try to sneak up on the bathroom mirror and catch it unawares. It was always too smart for me, though.

I also thought it was amazing that it was able to reflect without needing any electricity.

I used to believe that fluorescent strip lights were bad and scary. When I went into the bathroom I would close my eyes and switch it on. I'd have to wait for it to stop flickering before I could open my eyes otherwise something really bad would happen. I'm not sure what bad thing. I guess I was just really scared. My local town hall had huge lights I was scared of too...

As A Child: I used to believe demons would bite your feet off if you dangled them over either side of your bed while you were sleeping at night (or trying to sleep!)

As A Child: I used to believe a witch lived in my bedroom closet (and that she just might have been AniFrid Lynstadt from ABBA the pop group, too) and it was cause she moved out of our pantry closet is why she was now in my bedroom closet!

Not my belief sadly but a sweet one nonetheless.

I used to lodge with a young family in Northern England. There were 2 youngsters including a 5 year old lad. The house was large and old with a dark and scary cellar. The lad was told by his mother that they were going to look at a new house in a nicer area. He asked if it had a scary cellar and was reassured that it hadn't as it was a new house and they don't have cellars. Toi this day that young lad still believes that houses grow cellars as they get older.

I used to believe…

0k when I was young I believed mirror had souls and they watched you grow up and saw all your tears and smiles and cred about you like a guardian angel. Mirrors could see the truth when you got punished unfairly and mirrors could show you the future or the past if they wanted to.
Well, and this is the true part, I had a mirror to my dresser as a kid in NJ and I wrote my name on the back of my mirror with orange crayon when I was about 7.
This mirror moved with me to GA and I gave it away when I turned 16 and got a 'grownup' bedroom set. Well I lived all over the world for the next 18 years and finally moved back to the US and Boston and lived with a new friend who had an old Victorian house with a basement. I went in her basement and I saw a mirror against the far wall that looked exactly like my childhood dresser mirror(it was an odd design, not common). It kind of scared me but I went to it and I saw myself all grown up in the mirror and remembered about my name in crayon. I tilted it forward and yep! there was my name in orange crayon! My mirror just wanted to see me one more time and to make sure I was happy! True story.

I used to believe that in the middle of the night a monster that looked like a red hand with a pair of scissors came and 'trimmed' off the blankets that would come untucked from the bed so I had to sleep in the very middle and not get close to the edges- even tho I was tempted to slip my feet into that cool part over the side where it was tucked in. I was well into my thirties before I 'defied' that old fear and made myself purposely sleep with my feet hanging over the side(I don't tuck the sheets and blankets anymore). But I still sometimes feel uncomfortable and will draw back to the center.

when I was little (about 3 or so) my brother and sister (6 and 7 years older) convinced me that the sound coming from under the kitchen sink was actually a giant pig that ate our left overs when mom was doing dishes. they also convinced me that if I put my hand down the drain (being the animal lover and wanting to pet the pig) that it would suck my arm down chewing it right up to my shoulder. I still remember opening the cabinet under the sink and looking for that pig, but being scared enough to drag the dog with me just in case it jumped out and tried to eat me. I guess I thought our little pomeranian would scare such a mean pig.

I used to believe I would go down the drain of the bathtub and be forever stuck if my Mom pulled the plug while I was still in the tub. I still wait to pull the plug till after I get out of the tub even to this day.