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As a child I swore that something terribly mean and scary lurked in the basement of our home. When I had to go downstairs alone, it terrified me! But, I believed that if I was wearing my Minnie Mouse PJ's and tip-toed down saying out loud, "It's OK! It's just me, Minnie Mouse!" that I would be fine and wouldn't get hurt.

I used to believe a fire breathig dragon lived in our basement. The reality of it was ...when you walked down the stair case in the dark you say the flame flicker from the gas furnace

When I was little, I thought that under my bed there was an invisible trap door. Under this trap door was a long starcase, and a vampire was always climbing up the staircase to kill me. Needless to say, I would jump on my bed everyday, to hit the vampire in the head after he opened the trapdoor and make him fall all the way down the stairs, so he could never get me. I was a very weird child.

My son currently believes that when the water flow to the tub or sink is slow (like when the washing machine, dishwasher or toilets are also filling) that we need to pay the water bill. The last time he said it was slow we told him we could only pay part of the bill this month and that is why it's slow. He asked us to please pay all the bill tomorrow.

I used to believe that when in bed trying to fall asleep if you didn't have every part of your body covered by the blanket, something/someone would come and chop off the showng body part.

I used to believe that in the middle of the night a purple blob will crawl up your bed and go into your nose and clog your airpipes.

I used to think that a monster lived in my closet and only came out at night. On night i heard rustleing in the closet. I opened the door to find my cat Gizmo. He had been the monster those 3 years!

When my mom bought a dishwasher I wondered how the dishes was cleaned... My mom told me that inside of the dishwasher there were several Swedish men who cleaned all the dishes for hand!

I like to think of myself as pretty philosophical as a child. One night as my mother was tucking me into bed I told her I was certain there were bed bugs in my bed. When she asked how I knew this, I confidently assured her, it was because I could hear them bouncing ont he springs. Needless to say, it was just a squeeky matress.

Sometimes I made my mom go ahead of me and turn on all the lights I'd need to get ready for bed. I was scared that in the dark lurked a scary person who would be frightened off if my mom turned on the lights. I was never scared of my brother's room, which I had to pass in order to go from the bathroom to my bedroom and which was dark, since I didn't go in there to get ready for bed. I was only scared of darkened rooms which I'd have a reason to go into.

I used to believe…

wen i was itty bitty i used to think there was this yellow blob with yellow under my bed that wuld throw up chese named the cheese monster i always leaped onto my bed so he wuldnt eat me

For a long time, I believed that all small objects were babies. I particularly had a thing with all erasers and hair clippies. I would take them to recess with me and poke them to try and make them come back to life. It never worked.

I used to be terrified by the malevolent puppet Punch.When I went to sleep at night I would be afraid that he was going to appear at the edge of my bed.Then I began to wonder who or what was the puppetmaster beneath my bed...

When i was younger i used to believe that there were snakes under my bed(i didn't grow up in NZ so every night my Dad would carry me to my bed so the snakes wouldn't bite me

I believed that there were three ninjas, dressed all in black under my bed, and if I hung any part of my body over the edge of the bed they would cut it off with a VERY long sword. Also had dreams, where in fact this did happen. YIKES. Still dont hang anything over the edge to this day.

i used to think that at night a monster went under your bed and if you were standing next to the bed he would grab your legs pull you under the bed and eat you so when i needed to get out of bed at night i would jump over my bed and run