at home

i used to tell my sister that when you take something out of the freezer and it has bits of ice stuck to it, that they were ice animals and if you took them off the snow queen would come and get you.

When I was little, I used to believe that when you cooked food in the microwave, you had to run out of the room before the timer counted to 0 and it beeped, or else you would explode. I don't know why I believed that, since obviously, I never exploded.

At my grandparents house you have too go down a long hall way to get to the kitchen thought there were people watching me from the screen glass doors so i would ether run to the kitchen or make my dad go for me.It tended to need water at night (at odd times) So i would wakemy dad and tell him to get it .

I used to tell my little sister (around 5 at the time) that there were sharks in the carpet. I would pick her up and hold her down against it...she would FREAK out. She would jump over furniture to avoid the "sharks"

i used to believe that if you looked at a mirror in the dark, the grim reaper was standing behind you brushing your shoulder. then i found out that my bathroom had a draft in it.

I used to be so scared while going to the bathroom because there was this clay rabbit head on the wall. I used to belive that its body would emerge from the wall and grow really big and carry me on its back. Then it would jump up really high into outerspace and through me off and jump back to earth as I would sufficate.

We had a set of kitchen scales with a wheel at the back which you turned to adjust the needle to zero. This wheel was shaped like a 50p coin, so I used to think you had to insert 50p every time you used the scales, and that the coin had got jammed in the slot.

When I was younger, we used to have a small peice of painted wood that held and connected our stairs together. I used to think that it was what the builders used to swing down the stairs very quickly when they were building and painting our house.

when i was little, like 6 or 7 i used to watch the show Are You Afraid of the Dark and i remember one time there was an episode where a kid was standing right near his bed and he got dragged under into a new scary world, so i would always get a running start to jump onto my bed from afar. and i would be sure not to sleep with either my arms or legs hanging off the edge so the monster couldnt reach up and grab them.

When I was three, I “fed” the outlet because it looked, to me, like a sad, hungry face. Those faces must have been hungry, because I’d never seen anyone feed them. Immediately feeling responsible for the supposedly starving outlets, I pushed the crumbly graham cracker right into the plug holes.

Now, I was a pretty quick learner for a three year old, and I found out in about half a second that outlets are not, in fact, hungry.

i used to believe that there were gnomes (yes gnomes) in any room at my house when the lights were off. So when I went by a room with the lights off, i would run like the wind. I was also horrified of the dark. Beware of the GNOMES!!

I used to believe that there was a creature (or something) under my bed that would grab my feet so I had to sleep with the blankets pinned tight under my feet and around my whole body so nothing could get me

As a kid, I used to believe that if you looked into a mirror in the dark, you would see dead people. I'm 23 now and I still won't look into a mirror in the dark.

A variation on the "Monsters under the Bed" theme: When I was little, I believed that there were two monsters that lived under my bed. I had to sleep on my back in the exact middle of of the bed, because if I strayed too far to one side, the monster from the opposite side of the bed would get jealous and attack me from it's side.

when I was little we had refrigerator magnet of aunt jemima the maple syrup lady. and I thought that she was my aunt. Which is weird because she is black and my family is white. I probibly beleived that till I was 14.

i used to believe that shoes came alive in the night. i would wake up in the morning and freak out that my shoes had been walking over me as they were surrounding my bed. it was only after 6 months of me waking up and screaming that my mum realised that my brother was getting all our shoes and placing them around the bed, then move them back after i started crying and had run from the room.

when I was little I always was scared of being in my room alone at night because I thought there was something in my bed or in my closet. my parents had to look everywhere and reassure me that there was nothing. they still never let it go.