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As I child I was terrified of holes. The slightest nail hole in the wall would keep me awake all night. Eventually my grandfather covered all the holes with duct tape, because NOTHING can get through duct tape.

When I was younger I thought that there was a huge civilization of spiders living in my basement. I thought that when you went down the stairs that they would run to their hiding spots. I Used to go down the stairs very slowly, making sure i didn't hit any creaks, so I could sneak up on them.

I used to believe that there was a man with a gun outside my windows at my house at night. Whenever I had to walk past any windows, I would duck and crawl under them, so that he couldn't see me. I did this until I was 15 or 16 years old.

I used to believe (when I was around 4 or 5) that I coudl escape and go to a place called "round world". I had this baton, and it had clear water and glitter inside it, and whenever I put it right up to my eyes and looked at things through it everything looked round and shiny and watery. I believed that I was a Princess, and that "round world" was my kingdom and every time I looked into the plastic baton I had returned to my kingdom. Yes, I was a strange kid. I no longer have the baton, but if I did, I'd probably be gazing into it instead of being online. I kinda think what i did might be close to what people called "scrying" b/c sometimes I saw things in it. Sorry to post this under mirrors, but I highly doubt there would be a "clear-plastic-batons" section.

When I was about 4 or 5 I used to believe the was a little man in the fridge that turned the light on and off .

I used to think that there was this whole system of air-kisses. I thought when you blew a kiss to someone in the room next to you, the kiss traveled up to the ceiling fan as an order, the order got processed spinning around, and then it was spat out of the fan. It then traveled to the receipiant.

When I was a kid I used to believe that you could write with a pen for ever and ever. I didn't know that there was an ink filled tube inside. One time a pen ran out on me but I didn't know it - I thought it was broken somehow - and I tried for hours and hours to get it to work and got really mad when it wouldn't. I don't know how many years later I found out that there were actual inner workings to a pen and I still remember thinking at that time "Hmmmmm, I guess that pen years ago just ran out on me!!" and felt pretty stoopid after that. lol

When I was little I thought that there was kidnappers behind my shower curtain, so every time I had to go to the bathroom I would try to sneak up to the shower curtain, but they were always gone in time. I wondered how they knew I was coming.

When I was a kid, I was absolutely positive that there were people who lived in the shadows in my house. (Only my house.) I lived in the rooms when the lights were on, they came in when the room was empty and the lights were off. They slept in the day, of course. If, for example, the light was off in the bathroom or kitchen, or even my room, the shadow people were probably in there. At one point I even knocked on the doors before entering empty rooms so I didn't surprise them. Then, I'd turn on the light, wait for a minute so they could leave the room, then enter. No wonder I needed a night light.

I remember when i was about 3 or 4, i used to lay my ear on my grandmother's kitchen floor to hear wht is going on in the basement. I used to imagine that there are tables where witches, ghosts and goblins sold all thier handcrafted items. Until about a year ago (when i was 12) i went down there and there was just boring old basement stuff; my grandpa's tools, washing machine, and my gradma's gardening tools.

When I was very young, there was a rug in one of the bedrooms. It had large red cabbage roses and a grey background. My older sister told me that if when I walked on the rug, if I ever stepped on the grey part, I'd be stepping on the boogie webs and would fall through. Then the Boogie Man would get me. I thought the Boogie Man was covered with disgusting, slimy boogers and felt scared and revolted. So every time I'd walk on the rug, I'd walk stiff legged over the roses and take the final leap to safety.

I used to believe that after watching CLARRISSA EXPLAINS IT ALL episode the Dalring Wars that the man in the closet was in mine. From the time I was 4 to the time I was 11 I had to sleep with the nightlight on so he couldn't get me.

I used to believe that the Hulk lived at the bottom of my garden! But he had glasses on! I saw him I did!

I blame the halucanegenic ability of cowpol personally!

i saw this documentry about a lady who was scared of getting in her bed because when she was little her brother grabbed her ankle as she walked past her bed.
im still scared to look under my bed.

When I was at the age of 7 or 8 a teacher at school was talking about how carpets and other household items wear out over time. She was explaining this while I was talking to the kid I was sharing the desk with (neither of us really paying much attention) until she said what we both thought was "I named my hall carpet near the front door half fred bear" instead of what she really said we discovered afterwards was she had to change her hall carpet because the area near the front door was half thread bare. We were both hysterically laughing for ages afterwards.

I used to believe that if you were vaccuuming a patterend carpet, you couldn't leave the end of the hose in one place, otherwise it would suck the pattern off! I believed this up until I was about 21...