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My dad used to tell me a little green man lived in the attic and would hop around creating a banging noise. My brother and I were terrified and would go nowhere near the attic ladder.

I found out later that the attic window had a broken shutter that would bang on windy days.

I always hated taking a bath because I believed I would get sucked down the drain. I learned this from the Ernie Kovacs (sic) show which my dad watched on a regular basis. At one point this show featured a hand sticking up through a draining bathtub drain.

There was a loop rug of an owl that hung in our basement, and my brother and cousin and some friends would play "dark hide-and-seek" and whenever I was "it" and would give up looking for them, they would tell me that there was a trap door behind it and that was why I could never find them...you don't know how many times I played hide-and-seek with my friends and could NEVER find that door!

Up until I was about 10, my brother (7 years older) and cousin (2 years older) made me undoubtedly believe that I was literally "made" in the basement. Nuts, bolts, slabs of metal, and whatever else they could find because they wanted someone to play with after school.

I used to belive that no one could see me behidn the couch so i would hide there when i didnt want to go places i would hide there and i would close my eye no one could see me in my house with my eyes closed! lol

I used to believe that if I left my toenails and fingernails exposed at night while sleeping, that a monster would crawl out from under the bed and eat them. I had to have my hands and feet tucked under the blankets. If I didn't feel like having my hands under the blanket, I'd fall asleep with my hands in fists so the monsters couldn't get my fingernails.

I have no explanation for this belief. I was a strange child.

I used to believe that the monsters in my room couldn't see me at night
as long as I remained perfectly still and pulled my covers up to my neck;
my sheet and blanket made me invisible to them (somehow they couldn't
see my head -- lucky thing, too, in the interests of breathing). I slept with
my arms under the covers for years, even in the middle of July.

When I was young, when it was dark, I used to believe there were monsters under my bed so I used to jump on my bed really quick, never hang my legs over the side and never look under the bed because I thought the monsters would grab you aqnd pull you under!

this is a little weird, but i used to think that there was a guy under my bed with a sword and that he might shiskabob me through the mattress in the middle of the night. so, to improve my chances, i slept on my side instead of flat on my back

When I was small I utterly convinced myself that the only way I was safe from the monsters under my bed (or in my closet) was to hold on tightly to the "magic silky" edging on my blanket.

Imagine my terror when I went to bed to find out that Mom had replaced my usual blanket with one that no longer had the "magic silky" edging.....I thought she wanted to get rid of me!

When I was about 5 I believed my sister would go down the drain if she stayed in the bathtub when the drain let out. I would plead with her to get out before the water ran out.

I used to believe…

you know that little silver thing in the bath tub that starts to drain water if the baths to full ,well when i was a kid i though that it was a camera and i was a news reporter ,reporting from a flood in africa .simples minds yes!

when I was about 6 or 7 yrs old I used to believe a little penguin lived in my refrigerator and his job was to turn the interior light on and off. I would sit and open the fridge repeatedly trying to catch him in the act. Boy, what a dork I was.

I'm not sure if I believed this or not, or just parts of it, but when I was about six years old my older brother (who was totally mean at around eight years old) told me that I was so ugly Mum and Dad had to pay for people to act as me on the other side of mirrors (not just in our house but everywhere I ever went) so I would not see what I looked like and could have a 'normal' life without the stigma of knowing I was so ugly. He also said this was why our family was 'poor'. He said it was really tricky getting people who looked like the rest of the family to act like them behind the 'mirrors'. It was a pretty convuluted story for him to make up which might be why I thought it was true. What a mean big brother! The absolute meanest bit was that he said the person they got to act as me was just 'average looking, not too pretty' so that I wouldn't think I was beautiful or anything like that. They didn't want me to be overconfident. Ouch!

I was afraid to have the shower curtain closed. I swore that someone was behind there ready to jump out and kill or hurt Me. I still pull the curtain back before I can use the bathroom..even just to brush my teeth in the bathroom.

I used to believe that there was a whole world inside the spec of light shining from the bathroom light on the chain of the plug in the bath. I used to look into the world carefully, so I didn't block the light.

When I was about 5 or 6 I believed that an evil Spiderman lived in my bathtub. I would always stand as far away from the shower curtain as possible while still being able to reach it and throw it open to check for him before shutting the door to use the bathroom. I have no idea where that one came from...

i used to believe that a band of evil little gnomes lived under my bed, and if any of my limbs were exposed (out of the covers) they would march up onto my bed and stick giant pins (that theycarried like spears) into my arm or foot. I think this started because my foot fell asleep one night (pins and needles) while I was dreaming...