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I quite frankly "KNEW" that a detached green hand lived under my bed. If I approached the bed and was close enough, the hand would grab my ankle. For many years, I would turn off the ceiling light and dive into bed.

I used to believe that the tiny creatures living under my bed aimed a knife at my heart every evening when I laid down. However, if I moved, it would take them fifteen minutes to reset the knife position. So I'd check the time on my clock and every fifteen minutes I'd wiggle around to throw off their aim until I fell asleep. To this day I'm still a very restless sleeper.

I believed that while I slept, there was a man who lived in the light fixture in the ceiling who wore a pith helmet, and if I slept on my back and kept my mouth open, he would throw oranges in my mouth, which would not have been good.

We lived in a victorian house with a 3rd floor attic with a catwalk around the outside of the house. My mother didn't want me on the roof so she told me if I fell off the roof I would turn into guacamole dip. How twisted is that? Pretty twisted since I believed that all my childhood.

When I was 6 years old I peered under my parents bed during broad daylight 11am. As I peered over the side , 2 white-pure long arms grabbed me my by the shoulders and pulled my body almost to the floor. "It" had fingernails and everything. I freaked out and tried to scream but no sounds came out. Anyways I physically pinned "its" wrists with my hands and it was pretty weak and it rapidly shook itself free and pulled itself under the bed insanely quick. I jumped like 7 feet out of that freaking room. The greatest jump of life as I call it. Of course when my parents went into the room like 1 minutes to check not a damn thing was there. Pissed me off too. To this day I still wonder what would have happened if the white hands would have won and sucked me under the bed.

i believe that hot water gives more power to life and everytime i take bath i pour four mugs of water down-

1for my mother
1for my father
1for my sister last one for my uncle who taught me to ride bike
and also i have killed many cockroaches that their presence will kill any of my family members and iam still doing both the acts iam 23 now in india

ok, two versions. first i made sure that my arms and legs did not hang over the sides of the bed. if they did the wolves under my bed would tear them off, however i was safe as long as there was no hang over. second, i made sure that i slept on my stomach, because when theives broke into my room they would not stab me in the back. it was an honor among theives thing. i always woke up the next morning by following these simple rules.

I used to believe…

That aliens would come out of the bathroom and run under my bed.
And when i use to sleep in my moms and dads room when she truned off the light a monster would come out of the closet.

When I was about twelve, my family moved into a new house that had a bit of a dirty slough running through the backyard. My younger brother (10 or so at the time) was fascinated by the slough. That is, he was, until I told him that the slough was the source of our drinking water. He believed me for two years.

When my great grandmother was alive, she lived in an old home with one of those wells with the bucket on a rope. My mother used to tell us that a man named Baggy Eyes and Bloody Bones lived in the well, and if we got too close he would get us. It kept my cousins and me from getting too close and falling in. To this day, I have a terrible fear of those wells.

I used to believe that if I stayed in the bath tub for too long I would get sucked down the drain!
from then on I hated baths!!!

I used to believe…

everynight that I would go to the bathroom I would always open the bathtub curtain cause I used to think there was some creppy person just waiting until I was done using to bathroom to come out

I believed that the groove in the doorway that is the place that latches the doorknob was really a place where a mouse lived. I would always stand in the doorway to the bathroom and look for a mouse. Never saw one though.

When i was about 4 my sister and i would play in the basement of our house. We had this kitchen set and there was a blue plastic knife in it. My sister put the knife in this little slot where the walls are supposed to meet, but didn't. Anyways the next day the knife was gone and no one knew where it was. My sister told me that my mom told her the monster in the wall took it in the wall with him, and mom didn't tell me cause she thought i'd be scared. Needless to say was afraid of that wall from then on. my sister also told me i could fly....errrr why did i believe her

I used to believe that a thick, black, rubber hose in our basement was a snake. I was afraid to go down there. And once I dreamt that the hose was moving around the house, slow and upright, and I was trying to get away from it. It gives me chills to think about even now.

I used to believe there was a man under my bed that would get me if he knew I was there, so every night I tried to lay as flat as possible so he couldn't tell I was under the covers.