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When I was a child, I used to think that water than came out of the bathroom sink was very bad and undrinkable, because the same plumbing came to the toilet. And maybe it was like drinking out of the toilet. Only drinkable water came out of the kitchen sink.

I'm Native Canadian, and my tribe is called Haida. For years I thought that lots of people used sofas named after my tribe. It wasn't until later that I realized it was actually Hide-a-Bed.

When I was 3 years old, my sister and I used to play in the basement of our old house, where my parents had built a play area. However, when my sister was fed up playing with me, she would want to be left alone, but soon discovered that I wasn't that easy to get rid of!

So she told me that there was a colony of wild, vicious, ferral cats living in our guest bedroom, and that they would attack me if I went in. When she was tired playing with me, and wanted to read, she would then retire to the guest bedroom and get undisturbed reading time in peace and quiet.

I was terrified of the guest bedroom. This belief was exploded when my mother tried to take me in there - I can't remember what for - and I cried and struggled and protested. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her that the wild cats would kill me. Where on earth did you get that idea, she asked - and a huge smile formed on her face as I told her it was my sister, and she realised for the first time just how clever and cynical kids could be!

I still remember being scared of the room after, and quite resentful of my sister!

I dont remember the name of the movie but it had a clown doll in it and it pulled a kid under the bed.....creeped me out so bad..it still feels like he is down there....waiting

When I was little, I thought that a monster lived under my bed, adn if I didn't covre myself up with blankets, it would come out and eat me. Even if I was hot, I would pull my covers up to my chin, for fear of attracting these monsters.

When i was younger i used to believe by pushing the red bulb on a glass temperature the temperature would rise. so one day i was curiouse and decided to press it as hard as i can, and guess wat, it broke i ran around screaming thinking i was bleeding to death because of the red fluid, suddenly i got hot(because i was in fear) then once the hospital guy came he inspected my thumb for glass then wrapped it up like a plum.after that i promised myself i would never do that again, a month later i found the truth luckilly.

When I was about ten and my parents first gave me a key to the house, I was often the first to come home in the afternoon. I would find the day’s post already on the shelf in the hall instead of on the door mat, and I thought the postman must have had very good aim: he appeared to have posted it through the letter box, and it had flown across the hall and landed on the shelf! Eventually I realised that at least one of my parents must still have been at home when he came.

I used to belive a monster lived down the plughole in the bath and when you pulled the plug out he would grab you and drag you down the plughole and eat you so i'd jump out of the bath as quickly as possible or make someone else pull out the plug later....

I used to believe there was only a finite amount of water for the whole house. The reason my dad was always drawling under the sink or messing about with pipes elsewhere was because he was changing the filters that kept everything clean for us. I was deathly afraid that one day the pipes would get crossed and I would step into the tub and get showered by poo.

When i was little i used to believe that the boogie man lived in my closet, but when i went into my closet, he quickly went under my bed, so one day i decided to mix a bunch of nasty crap in a dish a feed it to him, so i put it on my dresser, hid in my closet and called for him to go and eat it. without me knowing, my sister was listening and took it out of my room so i would think he ate it. when i came out of the closet i noticed it was gone and i thought i defeated the boogie man and was all proud until my sister finally told me she did it. which was a long time after

When I was little, I would always stay over at my next door neighbor's house. She had a day bed with a canopy and it had a pull out bed underneith it. We were always afraid it would rain and the person who slept under the canopy would stay dry, but the one who slept on the pull out one would get wet! It got to the point where her mom would make us draw straws to see who got which bed.

i used to believe if i turned out the light before i went to bed a monster would come from under my bed and eat me. i slept with the lights on for 2 years until my bulb burned out.

when i was really small (2) i used to think that if i stepped on red towels that the floor would collapse and that i would fall under the floor and be trapped there forever...
i also used to be afraid of melting cheese...

I used to believe that if your feet were sticking out of the bottom of the bedclothes, a monster will come up and either pull you out of bed my your feet, pull your feet off or bite your feet off.

When I was little, I used to believe that there was this monster that lived under my bed. If I got out of bed when I was not supposed to, it would grab my feet and pull me under never to be seen again. I was terrified to get out of bed in the night. Of course, it did not help when my sister would leave clues everywhere to support my fears....she loved tormenting me....

When I was little I watched Stephen King's "IT". After that everytime I got in a shower I watched the drain the WHOLE time because I was afraid IT would come climing out..... I still watch the drain in fear today, and I am 18 :S

I used to believe that staplers were called, "Habits." I thought if you tried to touch them near where the part that the staples came out of, they would chomp down and bite your finger off. I thought that the finger would then dissapear in the stapler and grow back on the person, all in a split second.

When i was really little I used to believe that there is a hidden world in between the walls of the rooms in our house and that's where cartoon characters like he-man live. I often used to press my ears to the walls trying to hear sounds from the other world.