at home

I thought that bullets might shoot out of the shower head when first starting the shower. Being in the shower when it was turned on was a bit like playing Russian Roulette.

When I pulled the plug in the bath, it would make that draining sound: I used to believe that If I didn't shut my ears when the draining sound was happening, Dracula would come and get me.

I misheard the words "chest of drawers" and for years thought they were "Chester Drawers", a particular style of furniture.

I used to think that if you jumped in the house the house would fall down.... unless you were on ground level and so i became the jumping police and would freak out if any of my sisters would jump around. Also,,,,, waterbeds aren't allowed upstairs cause they will fall through the floor.
In all honesty I still believe this no matter how many men tell me different. Scares the crap out of me

I thought the Devil lived in the bathtub drain and if I stayed in the tub while the water drained I'd get sucked into Hell.

I used to believe that Daniel Boone lived in our basement. My brothers told me so, and even planted a fishing pole and a coon skin cap in the cold air return for me to see, I was amazed!

I use to be afraid (I still don't like to do it) of letting me feet hang off the bed. I thought that if I did that something or someone would grab them in the middle of the night.

When I was little,I slept with my bed against the wall and never let my arms hang over the other side because I thought the Hamburgler (from the Mcdonald's commercials) was under the bed.I used to keep the closet door closed for the same reason.

For some reason, everyone in my family had a "Junk Drawer" in their house where all th e odds-n-ends like hammers and decks of cards and such. I thought they called the "drunk drawer" as in the things you might need when you get drunk.

I used to think that a mirror was my twin! I used to talk to the mirror and everythin. I gave it high fives, and whenever I left the bathroom or my room I would wave goodbye. it was my own personal twin! I am completly weird!

I always believed that there was a pirate in my closet. He wasn't a bad pirate, he protected me every night from any of the monsters that might come get me. However, this protection only worked if i went and stood outside the closet and said goodnight to him. I remember some nights where i forgot to say goodnight, and id wake up in the middle of the night, and walk over to the closet and say good night, to make sure i was getting my much needed protection!

I used to believe that there were people hiding behind the walls in the space created by the studs. If they heard a certain password, they would come out of the wall and cause mayhem.

When I was young We lived in a large, very old house. It only had a coal furnace and the heat had to filter up to the sicond floor. Winters were cold. Most of the time you could see your breath upstairs. We just added a few more blankets. I remember how my Mom would shut the closet door in my room and place something in front of it. Then she would say, with a concerned look on her face, goodnight.
Now, My own family lives in the house that I grew up in. My son sleeps in the very room I did as a child. There's a new gas furnace in the basement now and the upstairs is warm in the winter. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to tuck my little boy in his bed, shut a closet door and place something in front of it. Then, with a concerned look, say goodnight. Strange,,,huh?

When I was little, about five years old, I used to believe that there was a magic portal much like the ones in the old He-Man and She-Ra cartoons in my closet. Every night, at around nine-thirty, I believed that a blue witch and a pink faerie popped out of my closet to make sure I was asleep, and then had parties along with a vampire queen and the Addams Family. I also used to believe that they would hold parties with the magic genie living in this old perfume bottle of my mom that I had kept.

I still have that bottle somewhere . . .

I used to believe there were alligators under my bed. So I would run from the door way and jump on the bed, once on the bed, I was safe.

when i was 9/10 my parents room's doornob needed some fixing.and i feard that if their door closes they will be locked and even suffocate to death.it never occured to me that they can open from the inside.hence i always put a chair/stool to prevent the door from shuting by itself.in my mind i was saving my parents' lives and to them it was one of the silly things that their daughter does.