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I used to believe there was a monster under my bed with a really long fingernail and if I slept with my back towards the edge of the bed, he would reach up and tap me on the back with his fingernail when I slept. Needless to say, I always slept facing the edge of the bed until my teens!

i used to believe that a monster lived under my bed so every time i got out of bed i would first stand up on the bed then jump off of it as far as i could so i monster wouldnt get me.

As a child for some reason I mistakenly thought that a bungalow was a rabbit hole. So when my teacher told me she lived in one..with the lovely flowers growing around you can imagine how shocked i was that she fit!

When I was 8 years old I used to think that the monsters in the closet was real because I would always hear stuff ratling in my closet and all along it was my big brother.

I used to listen to these kid tapes by the "Sandman" when I was little.
I was listening to it by myself when it finished, and I didn't know how to turn it off. After about half a minuete of white noise, The narrator came on and said
"You may now, turn off the tape....... turn off the tape...... turn off the tape... you may now turn off the tape"
I thought the guy was really talking to me and was getting mad because I couldn't turn it off!
I started crying and ran to my mommy.

Thanks to Stephen King and Alfred Hitchcock, I believed that if I shut my eyes for ANY reason while showering that I would most certainly open them to find a psychopath in front of me, wielding a butcher knife (right there in the bath tub with me, ha ha). My worst nightmare was getting soap in my eyes. It happened once or twice and I hysterically wiped at my eyes before I got "killed". This is hilarious now but I remember feeling terrified. :)

When I was younger I had a loft bed and bolew there was almost like a tent with windows. This tent alone scared the crap out of me but then at night when I was climbing up or down the ladder I would be exteremly careful to get down quickly and not put my foot on the rung with the window behind because then monsters would find me and eat me

When I was little, I used to watch my mom put video tapes in the VCR. She would push the tape in to where her fingers would go past the VCR's faceplate. I had always thought that if I stuck my fingers in, the VCR would bite them off and that my mom had somehow magicly trained it not to bite her. I'm 14 now and I still prefer DVD players!

My parents tried to keep me out of the basement, and therefore they invented the "Sausage Man" and the "Fish Minister". How did they come up with that? Don't ask me.

Anyway, they just made the names, and the rest was up to my imagination. The Sausage Man was kinda like a lumberjack, except he carried an axe and a garden hose. He was the scariest one. The Fish Minister was more sophisticated, wearing a completely white suit, and he also had a nice little mustache. He also carried a frozen fish. Nevertheless, he was scary too.

I was always afraid of the basement because of that. I especially hated leaving the basement, since I couldn't see what was behind me, and I often ended up walking backwards all the way. Much to my dismay, my parents put all the good stuff in the basement, like ice cream, the aquarium, rollerskates, etc. Still, after many years I had developed some techniques, and I could run down, grab some ice cream and sprint back up again in what's probably a record time.

The Sausage Man and the Fish Minister haunt me to this day.

Little men hid inside the refridgerator to turn on and off the lights.

My neighbor has flurescent (excuse my bad spelling) lighting in her basement, so there was a space between the lights and the actual wood ceiling. I guess one of the light covers fell down at a point in time, and people stepped on it, becuase one day when I was little I came over and there were foot prints all over this cover (the cover was back on the ceiling, so imagine how weird that was). My neighbor claimed these albino midgets lived in that ceiling space. I believed her because there were footprints. She also claimed they'd kill you if you turned off the lights, because you're leaving them in the dark and that angered them. Luckily, she told me the truth a month later.

When I was younger, I would always sit on my bed to put my socks on. So one time I sat on my bed with my legs hanging over the edge, putting my socks on, when I noticed how dark it was under my bed. I somehow got the idea there were monsters hiding under my bed trying to steal my socks off my feet. From then on, I jumped on my bed & kept my feet on top of it to put my socks on, just so the sock stealers couldn't take my socks.

When I was little, probably 4 or 5, after I took a bath my mom would pull the plug. The sound of the water going down the drain made a sort of screaming sound. [It was an old house.] One day I asked my mom what it was and she told me that is was a ghost that lived in my drain and drank all the water. I made my mom stay in the bathroom the whole time I took a bath until I was about 8...

After Sept 11 (i was in 4th grade at the time) i couldnt use the bathroom for a week because i was positive that osama bin laden was living in my bathroom sink cabinet and would kill me if he saw me because i was american.

when i was little i went through a phase. you see in my parents room they have this big mirror. so whenever i went to use there bathroom i would stop in front of the mirror and talk to it thinking that there was a girl who looked just like me doing the same thing

When I was little and saw the Zig-Zag rolling papers, I thought the man on the front was Jesus.