at home

i remember, im my nana's house, she had/has a nightlight that was red. i used to think it was a lazer, which would tell her who was upstairs. and if i slept there it'd tell her i wasn't asleep and she'd come for me.

Really, she heard my footsteps downstairs

when i was young i belived that at night when my door was shut and my night light wasnt plugged in. A a vampires would jump out of the colset and from under my bed a suck all my blood out until i looked like a rasin and then go back from where they came from and wait till tomrrow when i had boold again

i belived thet when everyone was sleeping the furniture would come alive and have giant parties all night long. and when my grandma came down stairs the pary stoped then they would do it again the next night.

I used to believe that chores were a privilege. Around the age of 7-8 I used to BEG my mom to help her with the dishes, clean the bathroom, prepare dinner, etc. I would literally cry if she asked me to just relax.

Why? Because my mom was and still is a neat freak. Every weekend was like spring cleaning and she would blast the radio while doing her chores. Since the only other times I could associate with loud music was birthday parties, BBQs and beach fun...I thought, wow this cleaning thing must be extra fun!!

When I was a little girl my twin brother and I were convinced that leprechauns lived under our bed and in our closet, not to mention under the stairs and in the basement. My father told us both that if we got out of bed during the night that they would pull us under and that if we slept with anything hanging off the bed they would bite it off. One night (we were about 6) we got out of bed and 'led' them out of our house with a box of cookie we stole out of the kitchen. We thought we were so brave.

I used to believe that there were aligators underneath my bed, despite the fact that I live in Iowa. I had 5 seconds to get from my bed to the lightswitch and turn it on (thus making the aligators "disappear", even though they would "reappear" as soon as the light was back off) or else they would come out from underneath my bed and eat my legs off. I also had a blankie protector shield to make sure they wouldn't try to do anything funny, like come up over the top and eat me while I was sleeping.

My mom is a very spiritual lady, and used to tell me that I am extremly spiritual too, and could see ghosts.
For years I hallucinated a little boy (probably imagination) following me, such as seeing him rocking in a corner to himself, or in closets. My sister then learnt my unnatural fear of ghosts, and proceeded to tell me an old lady lived underneath my bed with glowing red eyes, and if I allowed anything to stick out of my bed she would grab me and pull me under. I then started collecting tedddy bears to make a circle around me to protect me from her and the little boy so they would reach up and grab teddies instead of me, and I would be safe. To this day, I still wont allow anything to get out from the covers for fear of her or the little boy (who my imagination still wont let up on, even going to the extremes where I sometimes can smell her perfume) and am still too afraid of the dark to allow my husband to turn of the light at night.

We lived in a condo on the 3rd floor. I thought that our neighbors from the 4th floor did nothing 24/7 but holding our ceiling lamps. One day it occurred to me that we weren't holding anyone's lamps even though people on the 2nd floor probably had them too.

there uesd to be this goose that always attacked me and bit me. my brother and my cousin would hit it wit sticks to chase it away.after that i thought that there was a goose under my bed at night so i was afraid to get off of it at night without jumping away from the edge.

When I was younger I believed that the monsters in the dark wouldn't be able to 'get me' if I was completely tucked in right up to my ears, I couldn't sleep with my limbs out of the covers no matter how warm it was!

My room as a kid had a space between the foot of my bed and the wall about a foot wide. I used to think that the Boogey-Monster lived in there and that if I slept with my legs out it would come up and bite off my toes. So, to avoid the perils of the Boogey-Monster, I used to sleep completely curled up at the head of the bed. I still remember the relief the day I finally stretched out (I was scared, but I survived!)

One hot summer's day my dad asked me if I'd make him a water, but to make sure the water was cold he told me to 'let the tap run'. Seeing as the tap was a stationary fitting I of course found this very confusing...

When i was young i used to believe that there was monsters in the closet. I believed that if I covered all parts of my body with my blanket the monsters couldn't see me.

I had the unshakeable belief that at night there was a faceless monster who lived in the utility room in the basement. He waited for me to go bed in the evening and if I did not run fast enough up the stairs he would grab my ankles and drag me down into some dark abyss. To this day I have a small fear of walking up stairs in dim lighting.

When I was younger I used to believe thet little people would come out from under my bed at night and get me so i would put my blanket over my head, and hold it down.

i used to believe that the water ion the toilet after you pee goes up to the faucet it was just filtered. so when ever i brush my teeth and some one goes to the bathroom to pee... i wanna vomit.....ewwww

When I was Younger im 24 now, My mom told me there was an old woman who was locked in the basement of our house by her son. One night she escaped and her son found her brought her back to the house and killed her

Dinosaurs were under my bed. If I got up during the middle of the night i had to pee, i had to jump off the end of my bed and hit the ground running, or else the raptors (incidentally the same ones from the jurassic park movies) would get me.

Once i believed in the boiler room of my basement were ghouls and goblins and witches with cauldrens cackling their horrid laugh. What made it worse was my aunt wanted me to take her clothes and put it in the washing machine. I was so scared, I would throw the clothes on the ground and run back up the stairs. I got over it at the age of 8 years old