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I used to believe that whenever you turn the lights out that the boogy man would be under the bed. He had long fingernails to. And, if he touched you, you would melt.I really never figured out the truth. I just stopped thinking a lot at night! LOL.

A few years ago I was really into ghosts and things until one night my friend came over. We were telling ghost stories and he told me the one about Bloody Marry. I got really freaked out and now when the power goes out im still afrain to go to the bathroom thinking she will jump out and kill me.

I used to believe the electrical outlets on the wall could move silently around the room at night, gliding across the wall to get into a good position to zap me with wires. The one next to my bed wwas upside down, so it had a particularly evil look. I used to put a heavy book against it to keep it from moving away, since I was sure that was the one that was finally going to get me.

When I was younger the street lights used to shine through the trees in our front yard. I had a thick-ish curtain covering my (floor to ceiling) glass doors to my balcony and the image that projected onto the curtains from the lights and the trees looked like a man holding an axe about to kill someone.

I was so traumatised from sleeping in that room just from trees and lights.

Overimagination from that led me to think for years that there was someone hiding under my bed and in my closet ready to jump out and get me.

When I was tiny, I feared a creature that I named the Bad Lady Hands. This must have really scared me, because usually you can't remember stuff from when you're a baby, but I remember being in a crib and these white, really white hands, as white as powder, and they would hang over my crib and try to get through the bars and wiggle their fingers at me. There was no one attatched to them, just hands. I'm thinking now that it may have just been grownups looking at me and waving and all of that stuff, but it sure scared the heck out of me!

Everyday I usto think that Terry Fox was in my closet. Every night when my parents were downstaires i usto run to my parents and I would think in the morning that i was Terry Fox with a broken leg and up in a wheelchair.

I used to believe that the skeleton that lived in my toilet got angry at me if I stayed to long in there, so he'd make the door move. And that when someone had closed the door he was hanging from the ceiling dancing.

My mother told my sister she would get sucked down the drain if she stayed in the bath when she pulled the plug. My sister decided to conduct an experiment. Placed me (at 7 months) in the bath tub and pulled. She was really angry with my mom for lying to her. I still have issues with pool drains.

I saw the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe on TV when I was four, so I decided to go and sit in this huge wardrobe in my parents' room to try and get into Narnia. I sat there for an hour before I realised it wouldn't work.

You know the film "The Lion, Witch and Wardrobe"? Well, I used to open the doors to my wardrobe with my arms out and expect to go through to another world. I did it nearly everyday and I was always disappointed when there was nothing there but the back of my wardrobe!

I used to believed the one inside the small oval mirror was my twin sister. She share everything with me, happiness, sadness, loneliness and jealousy.

One day I looked too pale in front of the mirror. I tried to put on much more cosmetic with thicker eyeline & redder lipstick. Oh ! I was scolding and teasing myself with tears,"How come you're so ugly today?? Damn you!!" when I carelessly pushed the mirror to floor and then it's broken.

After that, I found the one inside any mirror wasn't me or my twin sister inside the broken oval mirror. My eyes inside the mirror was so strange, They were icy, sad and full of hatred.

Aiya...now I was only 25, how come others felt I was over 30?! I got much older after lose of my twin sister...

When I was 11 and my brother moved out his room was converted to a storage room. I used to like to hang out there, and since I had no friends to hang out with, I would hang out there with my cats. Well, in the closet there was a little hole in the wall that I barely paid any attention to until my cat started scratching at it. From then on my vivid imagination made me think that that hole led to a path which led to another secret world. And when I brought my cat in there I hoped that he would scratch the hole open, opening the door to the other world.

I used to think that there was this old man that lived at the end of my bed, and at night would come and eat my toes. So i always had to wear my slippers to bed so i could keep my toes safe.

when i was little i used to believe a lot of really stupid things. i used to believe that if u didnt get out of the bathtub before all the water was gone u would get sucked down the drain. i also used to always leave the door open just a crack because i thought if i closed it all the way, something would get me an I would die! LOL

When i was a lilttle girl i used to believe that when we left the house, all of the objects in the house would move and talk. Sometimes i used to try and catch them.

One evening when i was very little, i was stupid enough to put my finger in the lamp where the lamp bulb is supposed to be, since the lamp was plugged in i got a really shocking surprise.
I starteled ran up to my mom crying, saying that the ”Electrick mouse” had bit me.
For a long time i belived there lived a grey mouse in there with a yellow glow.

My Mom had me clean the bathroom as one of my chores, and she always bought the same cleaning product. A foam cleaner called 'scrubbing bubbles'...with a little cartoon picture of bubbles with happy faces, and scrubbers on the bottom of them. I would spray the bathtub and sit there searching for any sign of the the little scrubbing bubbles to start moving around, but they never did. Eventually I would have to give up and start wiping the tub clean, but I always felt that I should have waited longer.