at home

I used to believe that there was a toe monster that lived under my bed and would eat my toes if i hung them over the side of the bed. Thanks to my uncle that would tell me scary stories. and to this day, i still dont hang my feet off the side of the bed, just out of habit.

My parents always told me about "Not wasting electricity!" Well when outside, I came across the electric meter. I gave myself the idea that if the meter got to showing all 9s, we would be out of electricity forever, so that's why it was bad to waste it.

I used to believe there was a zombie in the corner of my bed where a lump was. I thought it was just waiting to eat my brains in my sleep. Needless to say, I ended up in my mums bed for the night.

I used to believe that the gurgle sound after pulling the plug in the sink was from the troll that lived down at the bottom burping after drinking all the sink water :)

When I was growing up, my parents had a crawlspace in their basement. My cousins used to tell me that a little skinny blue boy named Andrew lived in there and wanted to eat me. I avoided the basement.

When I was little I asked my mother about a painting we had. It was of a man in armour on a horse. She explained that it was 'Don Quixote" and was from a book she loved. I heard 'Donkey Hotay' so I thought the book must be about the 'donkey' the man in the painting was riding. It was a number of years before I learned the truth.

When I was little, my parents would tell me that if I didn't comb my hair before I went to bed, the knot monster would come and mess up my hair even more in my sleep. The knot monster use to be a half shark, half walrus type figure who use to come out from the back of my bed-head.

I used to believe that I didn't look like I
did in the mirror it was something fake the
world was all in on and I would try to beat the person in the mirror(which was me lol)

I used to believe that I would have to eat the stuffing out of my blanket or throw it down under the bed as an offering to the Blah Monsters so they wouldn't get me.

When I was little my dad would tell me that Dino from the Flinstone's was evil and he ate little kids. He also said that he lived in my basement. I truly believed that it was true and never went in my basement

I used to sleep in the directly in the middle of my bed because I was afraid there was an octopus under my bed. For some reason I assumed his tentacles couldn't reach the middle of the bed.

i used to believe that the toliet water would instantly come through the sink so id wait untill it stopped running to wash my hands

when i was little, i didn't have an under my bed. instead, i had drawers down there. when i got a new bed (i got to big for that one) i always thought that a stuffed dog i have named Tanner created a force field around me monsters could not get through. i always went to sleep with the thought of sad, dissaponied monters not getting to me. i woke up the next day and laughed at them.

When i was little my sister told me that the small island that would connect to the beach infront of our house would flip over at night and zombies would start to have a party on it.

I used to believe there were two men in suits and bowler hats under my bed whose sole purpose in life was to catch a glimpse of my arms or legs. I NEVER let my arms or legs out from under the covers.

I used to think "forced air" heating was "four stair" - somekind of multilevel system.