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when mirrors showed the opposite way like d becomes b i figured that it must be because the parallel universe existed in it. i was afraid that i might get sucked in to it and my evil twin from the other dimension will take over my life so when i looked in to mirrors i used to stay as far as possible away from them! ( i was 8 then)

My grandmother had a rubber ducky in her linen closet. I believed that at night, that rubber ducky grew very large and wobbled in the closet, and if I opened the door it would jump out and replace my head--I would still be me, but I would have a giant rubber ducky for a head.

One of my uncles is called Michael. I used to think that the microwave was called a MichaelWave and he invented it. It heated things up by Uncle Michael waving his hand and sometimes when I walked past I would wave to it!!!

I lived next to a cemetary while growing up and our house had a basement. I hated the basement, it was full of junk and bugs except where the laundry area was. I thought some dead people were in the basement too. When I had to go down there for something I would run up the stairs as fast as I could. Sometimes I would trip and fall. I thought the dead people that were in the basement had knives and would try to stab me if they caught me. I tried to get up the stairs so fast that I would usually trip and fall down the stairs. I actually thought this into my early teen years.

When I was 10 our guest room dore was always shut and locked. I always thought that there was someone in there but i didn't know who. Thankfully there was never anyone there. I was always scared.

I went through a stage where I prepaed myself every night before sleep for what I would do in case the house burned down that night. My parents had once told me that I couldn't take the time to look around and bring things outside with me, so I used to take all the stuffed animals and dolls on my bead and hold them at once, so I'd be prepared to carry them out with me.

When I was about 2 years old, I dropped a ring I had gotten from a gumball machine down the space between the elevator and the floor of our apartment building. For the next three years or so, I would not step on the crack in any elevator, because I thought I'd be sucked down it forever, like in my nightmares.

I live in the Deep South, and for many years, I thought there was a whale buried in my grandfather's yard, right next to the house. And just the top was showing out of the ground. Growing up, I learned this could not possibly be the case, but when I confronted my family about it, was assured over and over that it was true.

I eventually worked it out on my own that it was an unused, cement covered WELL.

When I was a child, before I went to bed every night I would make sure my hand held mirror was turned mirror side down because I thought it would lose it's reflexion if exposed and not being used for that long a period of time.

I used to believe that the light on the ceiling of the car at night from other car's head lights was a shark tooth and it would mean that you would have nightmare about sharks for a week and if they lasted any longer than that then a shark would come up onto the land and eat you.

When I was little I saw the Coneheads, and one night I thought that one of them was under my bed....I was TERRIFIED, and even though my mom told me they weren't that stuck with me for a LONG time.

I used to believe that there was an army of hamsters under my bed, so I would jump from the opposite side of my room to get to my bed so the hamster couldn't shoot me with their little hamster guns.

My parents had a decorative bottle that kind of looked like the one from "I dream of Jeannie." I believed that we had our own personal genie that lived inside and if I could ever get her to come out I could wish for lots of money and toys. I would always try to get the genie out but she never wanted to come out, so one day and I filled the bottle with water to see if she would float to the top. I never told my parents that I drowned our genie.

As children, my brother and I used to love playing hide-and-seek with my dad. But he always had the best hiding spot. He would go to the furnace room and call our names into the furnace. We would be upstairs on the floor looking into the vents believing that somehow he had squeezed himself into the air vents.

Lots of kids are scared of the dark because they think there are monsters, boogeymen, etc. hiding there. Well, I thought darkness was an actual physical thing, and I was afraid it might fall on me and hurt me. So, I had to have some light on when I go to sleep. Even now, as an adult, I can't sleep in total darkness...

I believed that I had a closet Monster, and I'd get terrified to go to bed. My paranoia was calmed by the closet light being left on, but after a while, I became afraid that this monster wasn't afraid of the dark, and the light only helped it find me better.
My Mom bought me a giant stuffed unicorn and she told me that when I fell asleep, the unicorn came to life to protect the little girl who owns him from the closet monster.
After this, I was able to sleep peacefully, having dreams of a mighty unicorn fighting off the evil closet monster!

when i was younger i used to believe that every thing my grandad said was true.He had once told me that under the cabnet in the corner of my room lived a gremlin called slime the slasher and that every night at exactly 2:45 he would come into my room and eat the last of my cookies and milk. And it always happend, but for some reason only when i stayed at my grandads house.And if I didnt leave him any he would eat me instead. I believed it untill I was 10, I am now 19 and do not believe in slime the slasher. But no thanks to me my 6 year old sister does!