at home

Several years ago, my older sis and I decided to make up a story to tell to our younger sister. Our little sis had recently gotten chicken pox and what is now a round scar on the left of her forehead was a chicken pock that was healing at the time; oozing and such. So we told our gullible little sis that her brains were leaking out out of the hole, and that she would have to get a new brain. When she questioned us, we went on to tell her that the same thing had happened to Maw Maw (Dad's mom), and that if we went into the hall closet in her house, we'd find an old brain that had once belonged to Maw Maw... our sis had been almost inclined to believe us before that, but she was too smart to believe that Maw Maw was hoarding an old brain in her closet!

i thought that taking a shower was a sexual thing that only adults were allowed to do.

i used to belive that monsters used to sneak from the sewers and slip through the gap under my door to hide under my bed i used to imagine one-eyed dinoragans (half-dinosaur, half-dragon) and lots more and my good mythical animals would know and dive under my bed and either frighthen them or eat them.

i used to think that all the good mythical animals lived in my wardrobe they lived there to stop bad ones getting in everytime i slept the leader Bowler who was a yellow and white dragon watched the window.

My cousin once made me believe that there was a man living in the drains. For over a year, I couldn't take a bath or brush my teeth without someone in the bathroom with me. I remember one day I waited around all day crying for my mom to come home before I could pee.

I use to think Uncle Fester hid in my parents closet. Everytime I'd walk in I'd check if he was waiting for me. If he wasn't there I'd think he was on a coffee break with my mom.

I used to belive that there were things under my bed or watching me through the window and the strongest defence was to cover my whole body under my blanket. If nothing showed they couldn't touch me.

My grandparents used to live in an apartment building with L or U-shaped floors. They lived at the very end of one hall, and that's the only part I'd ever see. Looking out from their door, I could see the one door directly across the way, as well as half a door. I automotically assumed that the people that lived on that side of the building had to be paper-thin to fit in their doors, since the hallway must have been so narrow. I always peeked out and wondered why I never saw any flat people or flat pets.

I used to beleive that if I stuck my hand on a mirror the other side would grab my hand and twist it backwards!

when i was little i used to think the light in the microwave was the light and my grandparents house, and i would always yell into it saying hi grandpa!!!

When I was about 4 and a half, my mum used to clean this lady's house. The laundry was in the garage, behind a closed door. Again, I was never allowed beyond that door. I was merely told there were cars in there and it was too dangerous for me to enter. I was convinced there was a freeway with cars and the like wizzing by at phenominal speeds, just waiting to run over a little girl like me!

When i was younger we had a new alarm system fitted in, with a fob key and everything. I dont no why but i thought the little box (that controlled all the alarms fitted in my house) opposite my bedroom in the hallway ( which i could see from my bed) would start a fire if it got mad! so i gave it a name - molly, and talked to it and put my thumb up at it and stuff..
talk about suck up to the alarm system!

I used to belive monsters!

I used to believe that in a microwave the heat vents were actually people who work a drive through window at mcdonalds so my sister and i would always put our heads in and say an order!

You know how when you're younger your parents say goodnight to you and then turn off your light. Well since I never saw them leave the room I was used to believe that my parents slept under my bed and that their room just existated during the day.

When I was a young man in the mid eighties, my family and I had 1 cable channel, HBO. In the summer of around 1985 I watched the movie "Poltergeist" over and over for over a month. The scene where the young boy in the family is attacked by a stuffed clown doll and pulled under the bed scared me so much that to this day when I turn in for sleep at night I must check under the bed to ensure the clown is not waiting there to pull me under, and I'm 31 now.