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When I was younger, I used to believe that werewolves lived in our basement. I thought that everytime we left our house they would come upstairs and have a party, then run back downstairs when we pulled back up to our hous. I also thought that if I didn't take a nath before oing to bed and smelled good, they would come upstairs to get me.

There was always the thing of how there was a monster is under your bed among my primary years. My logic was that if the monster really was there, then if I slept under the bed, it would have to move out, and in result not "getting" me.

I used to think there was a monster under my bed called Freddie who would come out and rip my teddies to pieces...

Turns out it was my dog Mandy

C'mon I was only 4

I was terrified of looking into a mirror when in the bathroom unattended. My grandmother had warned: "if you look in the mirror too long, you'll see the Devil in it!"

Not until I had outgrown the fear did I realize it was a metaphorical admonition against narcissism.

Whenever I went downstairs to get a pair of socks, I used to belief that there were ghosts down there(I found this creepy picture of my great great great(I think) grandma.) I always shut the door really fast and prayed. I thought that if I didn't pray for myself, they would've gotten me by now!

I used to believe…

ever since i saw an episode of the ghostbuster's cartoon in which ghosts came thru a handheld mirror, i still cannot look at a mirror in the dark. even now it freaks me out.

when we were kids (me n bro) we were forever pulling at the xmas tree decorations and running into the tree causing it to fall over, our parents put pine cones on the tree and told us it was poo. Needless to say we never went near that tree again!

One night, when I was 6, I watched a show with my parents about psychos that killed people in their own homes. I got freaked out by that show and needed to go, so I ran upstairs to the bathroom. But when I saw that the lights were left on and the toilet wasn't flushed, I tried to hold it in because I thought that the psycho was hiding in the shower! Needless to say, my parents did not appreciate having to vacuum the carpet each day.
To this day, I'm still a little paranoid.

I used to think there were people trapped under my bed and they would reach out and grab my ankles and pull me under my bed, if I got to close, and they would try to eat me.

i used to think that there was this scary witch under my bed, and that she could reach up over the headboard and snatch my head while i was sleeping. i would scoot as far down into my bed as possible, hoping that her arms wouldn't be able to reach...

i also thought that the "shadowy figure" from the Barbie Detective computer games slept on the top bunk of my bunk bed (i slept on the bottom). i wasn't really scared, because i knew he woulnd't hurt me, he just wanted a place to sleep at night...

i was a weird kid.

When I was a kid I used to believe that if a plug socket did not have a plug in then electricity escaped! It used to worry me but I was to worried to tell anybody

When I was younger I believed that if I did not close my closet door a man would caome out and me. I believed that from 3-5. But now I'm 11 and I'm not that stupid

when i was 12 my dad had these folding mirrors that faced each other and i would talk to myself in the 'sierra club'
when it was only one mirror i thought it was my long lost twin stuck in my bathroom. i STILL believe that shes really trapped there....not

I didn't ever think i had a monster under my bed. I thought there was a monster under the FLOOR under my bed! it stuck a whith hand up from a flap under my bed (which isnt actually there.) One night my mom made a "monster repelling spray" from water and (i think) spices. I was SOO glad to move to a new room when my little sister was born! (There were also 3 dots of light on the wall every night, which kinda creeped me out)

I used to belive, that even when there was no lightbulb, it had burnt out, or even during a black-out, if the lightswitch was in the ON position, it would waste electricity. I was worried that i would not know which way to put the switch if the light went off.

I remember a song called splish splash by
Charlie Drake at the end he pulls out the plug
and is sucked down the plughole .my mum told
me that the same thing would happen to me if
I pulled the plug while I was still in the bath .it
terrified me I was only about 5 at the time
KENNY

Once, when I was little, my grandmother convinced me that ballons reproduce. I'm not kidding! Every time I turned around, she'd blow up another ballon and add it to the group. I'd count the ballons, and find one or two new ones each time. By the time she admitted that she was just messing with me, I was absolutly sure that ballons can multiply like bunnies.

In movies, I always saw people sharpening knives and testing out the sharpness by running their finger along the edge. Somewhat inspired, I decided to try this with the big kitchen knife. I probably ran my finger for a couple of inches before cutting my finger. I ran water down my painful, bloody finger. Washing it with soap hurt even more. I learned something new that day. Strangely enough, my friend told me she does that all the time and never cut herself. I was a dumb 13 year old