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I would believe that a monster was under my bed - and that if ANY part of my body hung over the side, even if it was as small as a little toe hanging over the side...it would bite it off! I would curl up in the middle of the bed. I even thought that if my blanket were hanging over the side, that the monster could pull the blanket and get a part of my body to hang off of the side of the bed - and then I would be history!

So, I would roll up in my covers, until I could barely breathe! Then, I would curl up in a ball, in the middle of my bed!

I used to believe there was a little man inside the refrigerator who would turn the light on and off! I was about 3-4 yrs old and I would stand at the frig - opening and closing the door - just hoping to catch a glimpse of the little man!

I found my son doing the same thing when he was about 4yrs old - all I could do was laugh!

I, too, used to believe the things in my room (both in the closet and under the bed--mainly skeletons, 'cuz I was terrified of skeletons) would attack me in the dark. I had to cover every bit of me and I couldn't sleep on my back because I didn't want to see the terrors coming to get me!

I used to believe that there were things in my room and something under my bed so i could never let my foot hang out of the covers. I used to think that as long as every single bit of flesh was covered in sheets (except my face) then they couldn't get me.

Thought about this when I saw the thing about shag carpet on the ceiling. My mother always vacuumed the ceiling when she did the floor. I was in the 30's before I discovered most of the world didn't do this!

i used to believe that if you slept with the closet door open that someone could jump out and kill you at any point during the night. to this day i sleep with the closet door closed.

i always thought that if you went into the basement or the garage without any lights on that someone would kill me, but if the lights were on i'd be fine. Even to this day when i'm done in the basement i run up the steps slam the door and turn off the lights...like they couldn't just shoot me in the back

When I was 12 or 13, I began imagining that huge spiders were coming to get me as soon as I closed my eyes to go to sleep at night. I was old enough to know that this was silly, but the image was disturbing enough to keep me awake. So I developed an equally silly defense mechanism: As soon as I closed my eyes, I would pretend to enclose myself in a box, building the box wall by wall. I would think, “side, side, side, side, top, bottom,” and presto!

But soon, this wasn’t enough. After all, the big spiders were right there just on the other side of the wall! So I would repeat the process over and over, building up layer after layer of boxes.

This became such a long, drawn out process that I soon figured out a more efficient way. I would build just one box, but each wall would magically expand outwards infinitely (in the process making a little “pshooo” sound, like if you pretended to fire a missile). So I would think, “side (pshooo), side (pshooo), side (pshooo), side (pshooo), top (pshooo), bottom (pshooo).” If you don’t think “pshooo,” it’s just a regular wall after all.

But it quickly occurred to me that there were chinks in the armor at all the edges, and don’t forget the corners! So, the nightly ritual became “side, side, side, side, top, bottom, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, edge, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner, corner,” each step accompanied by a little “pshooo,” and with my closed eyes scanning around to indicate which edges and corners I was covering. With that, I was finally able to fall asleep in perfect peace.

I think the spiders vanished from my thoughts within a few months, but I performed the 26-“pshooo” ritual every night almost until college.

I used to believe that there were goblins under my bed. I told my best mate and now every night befor she goes to bed she checks her bed and looks in the wardrobe no matter what!

In my grandfathers house, there was a room at the back down a dark hall which was always locked because it had his record colllection in it, but i thought it was full of skeletons and my sister said it was full of monkeys

When I would get up at night to go to the bathroom, I never turn on the light because it makes it harder to get to back to sleep. But, up until I was about 25, I would never look at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands because I was sure I would have glowing red eyes. I think I finally told myself to grow up, and tested the theory enough times to prove it wrong

When I was little, I loved singing really loudly in the tub with the shower doors shut, because it would echo. Mom stuck her head in one time and said I would lose my voice forever if I didn't stop. From that time on,I would forget during baths until the next time I started to sing, and then I would suddenly stop.

I used to believe that at night closet monsters would stand around in the closet wearing my clothes, waiting for me to fall asleep so they could come out. I always had to have the closet door closed.

I used to have a monster sleeping under my bed. He was green and had spikes on his head and if you let your toes ahng off the edge he would eat them. I used to have to make a flying leap for the door if I wanted to get up at nite and the only place safe was sleeping on the floor at the foot of mum and dads bed with blink and blank, my rugs. There was never a monster under their bed.

As a child I was convinced that there were red indians living under my bed. I really don't know where the idea came from - too many cowboy films perhaps! I could not stand near the bed in case they grabbed me so I had to take a running jump on to my bed and getting out of bed was almost impossible.

I used to believe that there were hundreds of mechanical chickens hiding in my wardrobe, when the wind made the door bump, I was so sure it was the chicken army trying to escape. I'm not sure what an army of mechanical chickens would actully do, but believe me, it was scary!

My mother had to check under my bed with a brush to make sure that there were no lions hiding there. When in bed the door of the wardrobe had to be open so that it's mirror, which was on the outside, would not be facing me - I was afraid of something jumoping out of it when the light went off.

When I was a little girl, I remember my daddy telling me when I went up into the attic to be very careful and only walk on the beams. He said if I stepped into the pink insulation (which underneath would be the ceiling/drywall in the room below), that I would fall and fall and fall for the rest of my life! I would never stop falling - like a bottomless pit! I still have a fear of that to this very day!