at home

I used to believe flying tarantualls were under my bed at night, and if i closed my eyes they would come out, and if i opened my eyes they dissperaed, but if i closed my eyes while i was under a blanket, they didn't know, and wouldn't come out the, i could take the blanket off and go to sleep!

I used to have a major fear of fire and would ask my parents every night whether there would be a fire that night. I thought it was something that was planned and they would know about it so we could get out on time.

I use to believe that I would get sucked down the drain with the bath water if I stayed in the tub after the plug was pulled. I loved taking baths but my parents didn't have any trouble getting me out of the tub, they said they could pull the plug and I would materialize standing on the floor next to them. I was eleven years old before I stayed in the tub until the water had all drained out to prove to myself that I would not go down the drain.

My dad liked to mangle children's poems when giving us baths. One night he was bathing me and he started in, 'the king was in the counting house, fixing up the car, the queen was at the golf course shooting over par, the maid was in the bath tub trying to wash her toes, she accidently pulled the plug...' and I shrieked out, 'AND DOWN THE DRAIN SHE GOES!'

I used to believe that under the whirlpool that the drain would create in the bath, there was an eerie world of pigmy people who dressed in suits and played accordian music. The place was adorned with crystal chandeliers, red shag carpeting and flowing red drapes everywhere.... Very odd.

When my son was four years old he would not go into the basement alone. He kept saying, 'The cat will get me.' We had no cat and I wondered why he kept saying that. One day he had gone down to get something and came screaming up the stairs. There really was a cat in the basement! It had come in through the ground-level window. I wondered if he could see the future after that.

When I was young, my mom would tell me, "If you don't keep your arms & legs under the covers all night long, there are monsters/gobblins that will grab them!!"

Now at 62, even tho I've known this is all bull since I was 5 or 6 years old and what mom did was to keep me covered and warm at night, I still think about it should I wake in the middle of the night and one of my arms/hands is hanging off the bed!! ;-))

When I was young, I heard a lot of talk about nuclear war. Something put the idea in my head that if I was in the bathtub I would be safe.

One Halloween when I was about 2 or 3 some guy decided to let off firecrackers in the field across the street. I imediately dove in the bathtub. This came in handy about a year later when our neighbour got into a shoot out with the police. (Yes, it was a bad part of town). We moved shortly after that. When we got to the new house, I was sure to pick out the room directly across from the bathroom.

The basement was the scariest place in the house and whem my mother would ask me to get her something from the basement I would fetch what was asked for and run up the stairs as fast as I could knowing that a green, bumpy hand was very close and about to grab me as I burst through the upstairs door to safety. Hmmm, never knew what that hand was attached to.

When I was in junior high school I thought that shampoos "for dry hair" gave you dry hair and shampoos "for oily hair" gave you oily hair. I always bought the shampoo for dry hair and didn't understand why anyone would ever buy the shampoo for oily hair... I mean, who would want oily hair?

my sister believes that if she dosent cover her feet at night i little man with grab them, after she told me this i saw an x-files that had a alien at the foot of a bed to this day i still cover my feet when i sleep even if thats all that is covered

I used to believe that if you stared in a mirror for an hour or longer and then backed away your reflection/and time would freeze. The only way to unfreeze it would be to get back in the same exact possition and stare for the same amount of time.

I used to believe that if you took a shower and kept your eyes closed for too long blood would come from the shower head like in this old horror movie i saw. I still get a little freaked out when I wash my hair.

My older sister told me that if you stayed in the tub while it was draining, you would get stucked down with the water. From then on, I would get out of the tub as quickly as possible.

Dinosaurs walked around at night... just outside my bedroom window. One night I woke up and saw a dinosaur's eye, that filled up the whole window, looking at me. I saw the movies... and it was thinking I might be pretty tasty for a snack. It was looking for it's babies that lived under my bed. To this day, I sleep with the window curtains pulled shut. I never found their tracks in the morning. No one believed me.

At the age of 4 I used to get in trouble for writing and coloring on the walls.
So, I used to crawl under the bed and draw montsers which were just stick men drawing.
Before bed time I told my mother that there were monsters under my bed.
and when she left my room and turned out the light, I would run out and sleep on the floor in the living room o.

My friends and used to believe that the clay we found sometimes while digging in the dirt was actually "Chinese Clay" and that it was worth a lot of money. But we never knew where to take it to get the money.

When I was younger, I was told that all nuts and bolts are "righty tighty, lefty loosey." In other words, turn to the right, they will tighten, turn to the left, they will loosen.
Well one day I finally met my match, I spent hours trying to loosen some bolts on an old truck my dad had just bought, needless to say, later my uncle told me that the bolts were "ass backwards". Righty loosey, and lefty tighty.
To this day my nickname is still: Righty tighty.

Due to the movie Poltergeist and how the clown doll grabs the brother and pulls him into the other dimension under the bed, I spent years leaping from my doorway to my bed. I'm 27 and still do this sometimes.

This also led to my long-standing (still-standing) fear of clowns. It's the unnatural smile, I think. To this day I can't stand 'em.