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I used to belive that there was an old guy living under my bed. At night I was so scared, I woke up ALOT. Around every hour. I would think I could hear him but it was my radio. I ran into my mom and dads room all the time. One night it was realy windy and garbige was tumbling on the road. I thought it was him running around outside. I stared to cry and ran in my parents room once again. They finaly told me but I still cried that whole night. Becuase of this i had manudaphobia (well thats what i call it) until 4th grade.

ps. I tried to keep it a secret!

When I was little I would jump up onto beds and mattresses to play around on them. My brother told me that some were rigged with needles and if I jumped on them they would prick me. I believed this until I was 10. By then I figured out about how many parents would sue if their children were hurt.

I used to believe that everything around me was alive; even things like the FAUCET. I thought that when you turned the water on hot it would hurt the faucet because it was too hot.

When i was little to make me stay in my bed my mom told me that if my feet are off the bed that scary dead people would grab them, so i would stay in my bed, but i would also run and jump into my bed so they couldnt grab them..and to this day i still dont just "walk" to my bed when it's dark..

i used to believe that every time i turned a light switch off that the bulb would burst next time you switched it on again. so i used to stand there for hours flicking the switch on and off just to see if it did.

When my niece was young, I asked her the following question:
If olive oil comes from crushed olives, and peanut oil comes from crushed peanuts; where does baby oil come from?

Form that moment on my niece would not let my sister-in-law moisturize her skin with baby oil. When my niece finally told my sis-in-law why, I was the pariah of their household for several months.

when i was about 6, i remembered i watched a goosebumps movie, and it was the one about a living dummy. for weeks afterward i would shut my closet and bedroom door, and prop things up against it(so i could hear him if he came), and watch the little crack at the bottom of the door. i guess i went a little paranoid then, but it was VERY real to me at the time.

When I was 3-5 I used to believe that there was a green slimy monster under my bed and an evil spoon and fork pair with scissors in my closet. So I concocted a monster potion that would put them to sleep with me for the night and they wouldn't get me. I sprayed it under my bed for a really long time and I still believe in the fork&spoon...I will never go to sleep without my closet door closed.

I used to believe whenever I went to the bathroom of my tita's house, that the lights would flicker because my knid of mental grandpa was playing tricks on me. I was going #2, so I couldn't get off! I was really scared. Then I learned it was just the power that went out. It messed up a few things, like the bathroom. Still, I never went in again. LOL!!!

I used to belive that the drain in the tub would suck yuo down if you didn't get out before the water went down. I thought that because I thought since I wasn't as heavy as the average 3 yr old, It would suck me down with the water. The drain looked like a vacume 2 me, because at the end it made that gurgling noise. I also thought there was a monster down there, like hairy one, or a shark, or as a replacement, a clown.

i believed when i was about 6 that there was a monster under my bed and i would check it every night. One night i had a dream and i dreamt i looked under my bed and this big long hairy monster was looking at me and i wouldn't sleep in my bed for 3 weeks. I even did a test by putting food under my bed and see if a monster ate it. I woke up the next day and it had been eaten but now i realize it was probably my dog...

I don't know why, but i used to believe that, under all the bathroom drains, there was a room. And there was a bum in the room with a pot who caught all the water in the pot when any water went down the drains ...

when my parents would leave me home alone with my brother, and i did something bad, he used to tell me my mom and dad installed cameras in the mirrors to watch me breaking the rules.
i became the best child ever after that.

I used to think a big alligator lived under my bed...I was very scared of it...I thought if it got mad it would kill me. So I never looked under the bed..and I would throw food and things under it...The smell was what I thought was the alligator getting bigger. I figure it I fed it enough It would explode. I threw so much food my parents smelt it from their room after a good week of food throwing. When they found they convince me the alligater wasn't hungry and he was nice.....o geez

Being very, very gullible, I listened to my brother when he said that shaving cream was actually soap. I thought that was true for a few years, until my mother started yelling about where it was all going. I gave up on washing with it.

There was a giant that lived under my full sized bed at night. He would try to get me by reaching his arms up from underneath, and touching me with his hands. If I lay in the middle of the bed though, he couldn't reach me.