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from when i was about 6 to when i was about 10 or so i used to believe that there was a scary monster with a grean leafy hand living under my bed and at night when i had to go to the bathroom i would be terrified that when i got up the had would reach out and grab my ankle and pull me under. So i usually would hold it or if i really really had to go i would stand up on the edge of my bed and jump as far as i could away from my bed and make a mad dash for the bathroom.
when i was little i use 2 think that when u looked in a mirror that it was a world where the same people were trhere but they were flat so i wanted to see the place where they live so i ran into the mirror....that hurt o_0
when i was little (from as far back as i can remember actually) i couldnt sleep if my closet was open. not even a crack. it had to be all the way closed. I would make sure it was firmly closed. This persisted into my mid twenties. Now i am able to sleep if its open a crack. but i still dont like sleeping if its open any significant way so theres a darker black area visible in it in the dark. AND of course.. to close it, you have to turn the light on first. Approaching an open closet in the dark is just..not a comfortable thing to do. I tend to think i am not scared of the closet these days.. but hm.. i guess some small residue of that fear does remain. damn hollywood. its those movies. the boogyman and "they"
I dont know what i believed about mirrors but i was scared that if i looked in them too long or in near dark then my reflection would do something that i hadnt done. Like.. my reflection wasnt really me. (probably all because of the movie poltergeist 3 which was out when i was a kid. that kind of mirror stuff happens in it)
when i was a kid (5-9 or so) i thought that there was a monster that wanted to eat me. it could be under my bed or in my closet or even come in the window if it was open but it could only come out in the dark or when nobody else was there. it was important not to let any part of my body jut out over the edge of the bed or the monster could pull me out. similarly I would always take a flying leap onto the bed so it couldnt grab my ankles and pull me under. When it was dark, keeping the covers pulled up over my head meant the monster couldnt touch me although it might be right there. If i didnt see it, it couldnt eat me. I didnt know what it was or how it looked because i thought if i ever saw it, I would go mad. It was big though. at five or six I would sleep facing the wall and put my teddybear back to back behind me to protect me. later on, i dispensed with the teddybear, but when i felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up i would still sleep with the covers all the way over my head, even though i knew there was no such thing as monsters.
when i was about 5, i thought that if you stayed in the bathroom long enough, a ghost would come to get you through the shower curtain! so when i was done, i would run like hell out of the bathroom! i still run out of there today!
When I was about 7, my family and I moved into a new house. I immediately began exploring, seeing what each room contained. However, I forgot to check one, and for the next few months, I was terrified of what might be in there because I had no idea what the room was.
Eventually, I built up the courage to check it out, armed myself with a rolling pin, and burst through the door of our house's third bathroom.
I used to believe that almost everything in my house was alive. I would go around and give all the things whatever attention I figured they might need depending on their situation; like pour a glss of water into the overflow hole in the bathroom sink because the sink was "thirsty" or rock in the rocking chair really fast to give it some "exercise".
It was also important to talk softly to the spoons, as they were "girls", and somewhat more harshly to the forks, as they were "boys" and so were bound to be more troublesome. Of course, knives were the parents.
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I used to believe that all sponges were still alive and that we just plucked them out of the ocean & used them. I believed that til i was 39.
When I was like 2 or 3, I thought putting something in the microwave oven made the object just warm. It could make something cold warm, or it could make something hot warm. So, when my food was to hot, I would ask my mom to put it in the microwave to make it warm.
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i used to think that if my light wasnt on,there were monsters and murderers in my room waiting to kill me.
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I used to believe…
That Elmer, the glue mascot was some kind of gnome or troll or something, I didn't look close enough and realize he was a bull!
Ever since I was a baby, I had a picture of a children's book villain, Cuca, on my pillow.
Until I was 15 I used to call everyone's pillow Cuca, because I always thought that was another word for it.
I used to think that if I didn't skip one tile every time I stepped in the house when I was walking on the tile, that my head would explode.One day I decided to test this, and of course it didn't happen.
When I was little, I thought that if you got to close to a vacuum, it would suck you up.So whenever someone was vacuuming, I would jump on the couch or run away.
when i was 11 i thought there the boggyman was in my closet i never went near a closet for 2 years but i went into a closet with a knife and i faced my fears so i i am not afraid of closets again
When i was little my dad told me that inside the refrigerator was a man & everytime you opened the refrigerator the little man turned on the light and when you closed it the man would turn the light off...i would try to close the refrigerater and try to peek inside at the same time to see if i could see him...but i never could.
When I was little, my parents had this big leather cushion, about four by four foot. One day, my dad stood it up on one side and put me on it to 'ride'. At the time, i really enjoyed it but for some reason I really took against it after that and imagined that it was some sort of monster that wanted to 'get' me when it was positioned that way. It even had a name - 'a humbly'. For some reason, probably because i'd named it, my parents thought I liked it and put it in my room. I didn't sleep for weeks with that thing in there. They still have it and to this day it still gives me the creeps a little when stood up on its side.
I used to think that there were ants that lived under my bed and that they made castles out of dust under my bed too. I would always run from my doorway and jump onto my bed so none of the ants would get on me.
When I was very young, I was a horror movie fanatic with my father. My favorite movie was Gremlins, but they scared me a little. At night I refused to let my toes hang over the end of the bed or pop out from under the blanket because I was terrified that the gremlins from the movie would bite my toes off. To this day I don't expose my toes when I'm sleeping or let them hang over the bed, and I'm 20!
