at home

When I was about 3, and in the middle of the night, I used to genuinely believe that the sound of my parents snoring and the location of their dresser against a sort of diaganol (sp) wall near the entrance to their closet, which was also at an odd angle, all conspired to mean there was a large cow that lived in the space by the dresser and the closet, and that it was making the loud snorting noise. I had just been moved to farm country in Iowa, and before that was aquainted with a cow in Florida, so there's a chance I felt very familiar with cows (lol). I did not have any thoughts about the cow in the daytime, and I was vaugely afraid of it at night- my bedroom was across a double-doored bathroom from my parens room, and when I woke up in the night, I liked to cross through the bathroom and go sleep with them. The trouble was, I always had to hesitate a little and cross quickly by the 'cow' before I could get in bed with them. How I explained the noise coming from them once in the bed I have absolutely no idea, nor when I realized this was snoring. There's a chance this somehow only happened once, but I have it vividly ingrained in my mind.

I had a rich imagination apparently. (Still do...oops.)

When I was little, we got Zombies Ate My Neighbors for our awesome high-tech Sega Genesis. That game scared the crap out of me. But I played it anyway. Every time I played it I had nightmares. I believed that those zombies from the game really lived underneath my bed, and if I touched the floor when the light was off, they would reach out and grab me, but they couldn't touch me if the light was on. Of course, my bed was across the room from my lightswitch. I had to flip the switch, sprint and leap across the room before the zombies noticed the light was off. It took me eight or nine years to realize they didn't exist... but to this day that game creeps me out.

When I was little, whenever I went to the bathroom at my grandma's house, I always thought there was a dead person in the tub. Every now and then I still check the bathtub before doing my business!

I used to believe that there was a tiny soldier in the electric outlet, because one time I stuck my finger in the outlet and it felt like a pin poked me. I imagined a guard with a bayonet inside guarding the wall or something.

I was convinced that if I was still in the bath when the water finished going down the plughole, that a monster called the 'squirly worm' would come up through the drain and get me

I still get a bit stressed out about it

I used to think that everything had a soul, including buttons, pebbles, bits of fluff etc. So whenever I lost a button off a shirt, or my mum went to throw away a piece of fluff, I would "rescue" it and keep it in a drawer in my room so that they could all talk to each other and have friends.

I used to believe that if someone pulled the plug on the drain while I was in the bath, I would go down it. So everytime I was done taking a bath I would hop out really quickly. If my mother pulled the plug on the drain while I was in it, I would start crying and screaming for her to get me out. I really thought that my body would get sucked down that little hole just like the water, and I would be gone forever.

When I saw the movie Boogeyman, I was scared to death when we got home,thinking the Boogeyman would pop out of a closet.I tried to board up the closets in the house like in the movie, using wood,a hammer and nails.

I used to believe there were little fishies at the bottom of my basement steps, and me and my sister would throw spaghetti down the steps, pretending to feed them.

I used to think that if you left a vaccume cleaner switched on when it was standing upright it would eventually suck through the floor and continue down through the earth.
I asked my mum about this once and she told me it was true!

My family loved basements. Our first house they told me was haunted and a ghost lived in the basement. When I was 3 someone decided to REALLY convince me there was dead people in the basement so they put a headstone in the basement. My mother sent me down to get a jar of preserves and I came back up screaming.
In our next house (we moved when I was 5) our basement was bigger and each area had its own monsters. The old coal storage area was full of giant spiders that would eat you, the side room was full of vampires who would suck your blood, and the dark back corner had a nameless monster. No one had ever seen it because it stayed in the shadows, but if you went back there you you would never be seen again.

When I was five my brothers told me about the boogie monster that lived under my bed. One night I got out my bed and this green hand came out from under the bed and grabbed me. Uknown to me at the time that it was actually my brother I trully thought there was a boogie monster living under my bed. It scared me so bad that to this day I can't stand having my hand or any limb hanging over the side of my bed.

I used to be afraud to pull sn electric pluc because I thought my whole family would be sucked into the outlet.

When I was about age 4 to age 9, my parents kept a piggy bank in the livingroom. The piggy bank was about 2 feet tall and was actually a big frog with big googly eyes. I used to have nightmares about the frog chasing me, so when i used to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, I would never look into the living room. I believed that frog was out to get me!

when i was like 5 i used to think every time i went into the bathroom someone was watching me through tiny cameras so i used to cover up anything that looked serspisouse just in case!

When I was about 4 we had an older refridgerator that made a funny squeaking sound when the motor ran. My mom told me it was the mice on the exercise wheel that made the fridge run. I believed her for years.