at home

I used to believe that a large angry gorrila lived in my closet. I was justified in thinking this because when I was three my mom hid in the closet with a gorilla mask on, and when I came into the room she jumped out and yelled "Boogy Ooogy ooogy!"

When I was little I thought that there was a pirate in my closet, behind all of my clothes. I figured I was safe as long as my closet was kept closed at night. To this day, I still can't sleep if the closet isn't closed.

I used to believe that my mother vacuumed our living room to erase all of the footprints in the carpet. I was always jealous that she got to be the first one to make new footprints. With respect to my mother's efforts, I rarely walked on a freshly-vacuumed carpet because I wanted to keep the footprints down to a minimum.

When I was a kid I was completely mystified about how the refrigerator light turned on at the exact moment you opened the door. I formulated the theory that there was a little man in the fridge who turned on the light as you opened the door. Also, if you did something bad like leaving the fridge door open or leaving the milk carton on the counter, I was convinced that he would punish you by making your favourite foods in the fridge go bad.

When I was younger I would always try go out and play in the street. One day Mother locked the door and I panicked because I was trapped inside. When my mother came she explain how she locked because dhe wants me to be safe. Well, I must have missed a few pronouns in that speech because I thought it was the door watching out for me. After that I started sleeping on the floor because it must be painful for that soft little thing to hold my weight, I would make small talk with corners since they must be pretty lonely, and of course I would always say "Thank you, Have a nice day" every time the door allowed my to go outside.

When I was younger I was told a story at camp about if you leave any of your body parts other then your head out of under the covers that they would be cut off, and I am so used to it now I cant sleep unless my body parts are under the covers

When I was younger, I had a device (can't remember what it was) which would emit a little bit of light. It was prominent at night. When one of my hands or feet hung over the side of the bed, the shadow looked like a monster and now I never hang any part of mybody over the side of the bed

When I was little I used to help my Grandma clean, she used to tell me to "put some elbow grease into it", so I used to rub the duster on my elbow in the belief that there was some magic grease that would help me clean better!!

When I was little I was afraid to open my curtains in my room at night. For some strange reason I pictured Rosie O' Donnel stretched out across the window looking in at me.

Back when I was 4 years old my brother used to pick on me alot considering he was 13-14. We had a water pump in our unfinshed basement. He used to tell me if I went near it or in it a monster would grab me, pull me under the water and kill me. One day he decided to push me in. He locked the door. I got stuck in a pitch black basement, and stuck in a water hole. I cried my heart out. To this day I hate water pumps.

At my old house there were ghost and I would always hear them under my bed at night. And if I were to hang a limb or other body part ove the edge, A bright laser light would flash and blind me for a moments notice and when I would be able to see again I would be missing the body part.

If I got hurt by bumping into some furnitures and cried, my grandma always slap that furniture and said "Be nice to my grandchild and your behavior is unacceptable!" I used to think furnitures are alive and I talk to them sometimes. If I bumped my toe on a chair I hit it and shouted how mean this chair was!

I used to believe that under the floor under my bed there was a room. all the monsters under my bed would hide in the room whenever somebody looked under the bed

I was so scared from the movie IT, I thought a clown would come of of the drain when I was in the shower. So after hearing a little more about the movie from my dad, I found out that the clown was actually some kind of an alien spider. So i would spray bug spray on the drain to keep it away. I was about 11

When I was young I believed there was a monster that lived under my bed and in order to keep him from coming out and eating me, I had to feed him lint balls that I pulled off of my blanket. Every morning I would wake up and step on a pile of lint.

I made a bed out of balsa wood, with a foam mattress and sheets (I was a creative kid). I left it in the closet for the house gnomes. But they kept making the bed, so I never had proof they slept there. So I placed a note on the bed, "Please leave the bed unmade so that I know you were here. Thank you."