at home

My cousin's got me to believe anything. They told me that under the carpet live everyone in the world. Sort of like a twin. Even cartoon characters. One day I put my ear up to the ground and I still swear to this day I heard Kermet the frogs voice.

Whenever I would take a bath, I believed there was a family of skeletons watching me through a window near the cieling. The window was only there when my back was turned and I say "family" as in there was a mother, father and little boy skeleton.

What time when I was young, I was cleaning something, and my dad told me to "put a little elbow grease in it". Well, we had a can of some hand cleaner in a can on our washing machine, and on the can was a picture of a guy using his elbow to pump it into his hand...needless to say, I thought that is what he meant for elbow grease. I have never lived that one down!

I used to believe that there were various monsters that came out at night - and each monster was only after one particular body part. The "ear monster" for example would only eat ears. To this day I cover my ears when I sleep. I also decided that the monsters could only see like an inch in front of themselves so that if I stayed very still and under the covers they would never spot me. It all worked. I still have all of my parts.

My mom used to store old toys, baby clothes and other random things on the top shelf of my bedroom closet. I used to believe that there was a whole world of things up there and had many dreams where my brother and I would sneak up and play around. The space would be so big in my dream that we could walk around and discover all the great things we had up there. It wasn't until we moved (when I was 10) that I was actually able to see it was just school papers, christening outfits and old games. What a disappointment.

My older sister was convinced that a hairy old man lived in the basement where the freezer was, so when she was asked to go down to get something, she would make me walk down ahead of her so that the hairy old man would get me first and she would have a chance to get away!

When I was little my grandparents had this old, creepy unfinished basement where they had just wall to wall toys. Well, I've never liked creepy basements and my grandpa used to wait until I was down there by myself and make scary noises over this old intercom system they had from the kitchen. I truely believed there were monsters down there, and to this day I still have a hard time with basements.

I used to believe that Gene Simmons (from the band KISS) lived under my bed. He was really nice to me as long as I laid on my stomach and held my hands a certain way underneath my pillow! Bizarre.

When I was little I used to be terrified of fiberglass insulation. I used to think that if I got too close to it, it would reach out from the walls and suck me in and eat me alive.

I used to think that if a liquid was colour i.e. yellow bubble bath that you could paint things with it. I made a crossbow when I was about 6 and ran up to the bathroom to paint it with said yellow bubble bath.....it didn't paint it yellow!! =o(

I thought the water that came out of the bathroom taps came from a tank on the roof and wasn't clean like the water from the kitchen taps. I used to imagine there were dead pidgeons floating in a vat of stagnant water on the roof. I still don't like baths. Just can't shake that 'dirty water' image...

I also had the "cover-your-neck-with-the-blanket-to-ward-off-monsters" belief, but as an added twist I also had to keep my arms under the pillow at all times so they wouldn't be chewed by the wolves and crocodiles that prowled my room at night.

when me and my brother was little we thought that we were in the army. so we tied some sheets together and jumped out of the 2 story house. then we wouuld get on top of the rotten well house and play look out.(this would be about 2am). the next morning my mom would come and retrive us from the well house. we were about froze,and couldn't remember going out there. i guess we were sleep walking. 20 years later we still don't believe the story when mom tells us.

I was told as a child that the window key used to open all the windows in my house was infact a gun, hence giving me deep psycological problems reguarding guns. Whatsmore one of these keys hung one the wall above my bed....oh the nightmares!

I and my brother were frightened by thunder at a very early age. My mom chided us saying it was just a silly black cloud. That started it. We didn't have a boogey man in our household, we had the "Silly Black Cloud" hiding in closets waiting to devour us. He'd come out during thunderstorms and search for us. I finally read a science book (I was 11 years old!) that described what thunder really was. No more Silly Black Cloud, may he rest in peace.

when I was about 8 yrs old.. My father
had been doing some repairs and renovations around the house. The door knob on my bedroom door was off for a few days.. I woke up about 2 or so in the morning and when I looked at the door it was like this creepy eyeball was staring at me through the hole where the knob should of been.. i was frozen in my bed could not move or scream.. it was evil looking.. it went on for 3 days till the knob got fixed.
To this day it still gives me the shivers when I think about it.

My grandmother has a large chest of drawers for silver. It's made of heavy, ornately carved wood. The first time my dad saw it he called it a monstrosity because it was so ugly. Everyone in my family called that chest "the monstrosity", as in "Lauren, would you go get some napkins out of the monstrosity." All throughout my childhood I believed that large chests of drawers were called Monstrosities. I even argued with my teacher about it in third grade because she tried to tell me a monstrosity was something bad. I thought, "What's so bad about a chest of drawers?"

My mom used to aways say if I lost something it would "turn up sometime". I never seached for anything I couldn't find because I figured when it was ready to be found it would turn up out of the carpet in our living room.

When I was little i thought that the mirrors in the bathroom were actually cameras and people were watching me, so i sang and danced for them and even did toliet paper commercials.