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When I was four I had a dream that there were blue pit bulls in the closet that ate my sister. After that, my sisters would make me take the blame for their wrongdoings and make me go to bed really early by saying that they would open up the closet and let the blue pit bulls out to eat me.

I used to beleive that when when you sold your house you just swapped house with the person who brought it of you so everyone had a house to live in.

When I was young I used to believe their were giant rat demons walking around on the floor beneath my bunk bed. So every time I walked on the ground at night I'd yell "Jesus, save me!"

When I was a kid, I was terrified that the if the ceiling fan in my bedroom was set on high, it would be spinning too fast and fly off and kill me at night while I was asleep. I still don't like to have the ceiling fan set on high, but only because it makes too much noise.

My brother told me that a woman and her husband had drowned in our bathtub and lived beneath the bath waiting to come out and get me.

Needless to say, after that episode I was a fairly unhygienic child.

I USED TO HAVE A BASEMENT IM GLAD I DONT ANY MORE THERE USED TO BE A MONSTER IN IT [I THINK]

wHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ALWAYS THOUGHT MONSTERS LIVED UNDER MY BED AND IN MY WARDROBE EVERY NIGHT I HAVE TO LOOK IN THE WARDROBE AND LOOK UNDER THE BED[AGE11]I SOMETIMES HAVE TO SLEEP WITH MY MAMMY AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

when i was a little kid, i believed that there were monsters under my bed because one time when i was like 5 my mom got mad at me for ruining her new bedrom wallpaper (i colored over it lol) she was like 'Leah! Come here!' i came and then she said 'did you draw pictures with a sharpie, all over my new walls!?' i nodded slowly and then she was like 'Leah, i can't believe it! you should know better! that was a very naughty thing you did! the monsters under your bed are gonna get you!' obviously she was just kidding she was mad and that's why she said it. so that's what i thought until i was 7 and a half and i was thinking about the time when i was 5 and she told me that there were monsters under my bed and that i got terribly scared from then on that one day, the monsters from under my bed would jump out and eat me. so i walked up to my mom and said, just wondering, 'mom, is there some kind of spray you can buy at the store to kill the monsters, like you do with the ants that get in the house every august?' she took a deep breath and she was like 'dear...there are no monsters under your bed, and monsters are make-believe. i'm sorry i ever said that, i was just mad.' i was in so much shock lol!

I used to believe that if I didn't sleep in the middle of my bed the monstors would reach up and grab me.

When i was younger i used to believe that if you were still standing in the bath when you took out the plug that you would get sucked down the plug hole with the water. I still make sure that im out of the bath before i take out the plug.

when i was learning to sleep in my own bed, i was sure there was a lion in my closet. i went up to my door and yelled, MOMMY, THERE'S A LION IN MY ROOM! IT GONNA EAT ME! I did that till' i was 5.

My cousin told me that the house creaked at because it was getting smaller and that we got smaller with it. And in the morning the house got bigger again...I think I believed her up until I turned eleven!

I used to believe that when i heard on tv that people were addicted to painkillers, that they were addicted to tylenol. i mean thats what i used to kill my pain when i was little.

I used to believe that I had 10 seconds to run up the stairs after turning off the lights in the basement or a mummy would get out of the wardrobe and kill me.

I used to believe that there was a purple monster living behind the refrigerator!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I used to think that the vacuum cleaner performed the same function as the lawnmower. They both made lots of noise, and something happened underneath where I couldn't see, and both were used weekly on all the surfaces I thought of as 'the ground'. I noticed that the carpet never seemed to really need a trim though, and I figured it just needed to be watered more often... Yes, I tried to water it, regularly... until I got caught, and it was explained to me that carpet was not alive.