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When I was younger I couldn\'t sleep with my limbs hanging over the edge of the bed because a big slimy green worm called a creeper would pull me off the bed and take me away. If my arms and legs were inside the bed I was safe.

I used to believe that monsters could come out from under my bed at night and attack me if I weren't completely covered by the bedclothes. To this day I don't know how I ever thought that a sheet and a blanket made a sufficient shield from monsters.

When I was little we kept some boxes of varnish called "Joker" in the stairs down to the basement. I had watched Batman on TV and was convinced that the boxes was "The Joker" i disguise, and that one day they would transform into him. (I thought he was really scary) For several years i had to run as fast as I could up the stairs so that he wouldn't catch me.

i believe that if you take pictures infront of the mirror
samara (from the ring two) would be behind me and
come closer to me in every picture and if she got too close she would take me to her well

Like many young children, I enjoyed jumping on my bed, espcialy since I was not suppose to do it. One particular time I was jumping, I looked at the opposite end of my bed and saw a "bump" go up when my feet touched my bed. I was a little shocked, so I did it again to see if it would happen again. It did, and I immediatly thought that it was some sort of monster on in my matress that got scared when I jumped on my bed. I even tried to jump on the "monster", but was a little angry when I saw that it moved to the other side of the bed. It was a few years later that I realized it was just my bed going up due to my jumping.

My brother used to believe that potatoes were poisonous and if he found one in his room, it was a sure sign that his his room was haunted. My other brother pretended to be a doctor and diagnosed the patient with a rare case of 'potatophobia' which had to be treated immediately with a series of antidotes involving the potatophobic brother tidying the doctor's room for over a month. He was so scared out of his wits he agreed to do it. I used to put potatoes in his room just to see him shriek. I highly regret it now.

I used to be super paranoid about weird things happening to me when I was little.I used to think my eyeballs were going to fall out while I was in the shower.It's funny,my mom used to have to take me a shower till I was like in the First grade.

i used to believe that if i used the showerhead in the shower it would be the devil giving me a massage

When I was younger I had this dream that I me my sister and cousin were in a bathtub and one by one they got sucked into the drain.After that I always got out of the bathtub before i drained the water and i always but a rag over the drain while i was bathing...although now i know that wont happen i still go through the same routine.

When me and my sister were kids, my dad used to sing us that song by Cream called "A Mother's Lament", and if you've heard it, you know it's a rather sad song, in a funny way, about a mother who turns her back on the tub for just a second so that she could get the soap, only to turn back around and find that her baby was so tiny, he was sucked down the plug.

Needless to say, we were afraid of going down the "pluggole".

i am 12 and belive that in mirrors thier are cameras watching your every move i cant get changed infront of them i also believe that if i look in the mirror the little boy from ''the grudge'' would be standing behind me

When I was six, my friend told me that her aunt got her intestines sucked out by sitting on a bath tub drain while it was draining.

I thought of sitting on the drain to see if it was real; i chickened out.

I once walked into my brother's room when he was six and he was really really scared, and he pointed to a little hole in the wall and screamed "The TUTORS are going to come out of the holes in the wall and get me!"
He believed that tutors were the boogie man, right around the time my sister was getting home-tutored in math...

When i was little i never believed in monsters in the closet, there was a man that lived in my closet named Tex. Tex was an ex-ax murderer that would protect me. He would wake me up at night if something was wrong, when my mom told me that Tex didn't live in my closet I would say "if you don't believe in him then you can't see him."

i used to believe that a purple dragon named Bob lived under my bed so every night i would put my sisters baby dolls under my bed as sacrifices to the purple dragon

I used to belief that if I held my breath when I went into the basement and broke into a dead sprint to what ever it was my mother asked me to fetch, the monster that lived there would not get me.