at home: around the house

i used to believe the boogie man lived in the furnace and every night when i got up to go to the restroom..he would attack me..so i ran to my parent's room and stayed in there the rest of the night.

When I was about 10, me and my friend (also 10) started digging up my front yard (of an apartment complex). We thought that we could build an underground water slide.

When I was little my dad told me there was a lobster in garbage disposal that choppped all the food up. I believed that for years! It kept me from sticking my hand down there though.

i never could work out how dishwashers worked. surely all that spinning around like a washing machine would mean that you'd be continually replacing all your plates, cups etc?!

When I was younger, I used to think that all the little particles of dust that are in the air that you can see when sun shines on them were killer bees that I had to protect my grandmother from by running and trying to swallow all of them

I used to think that there were large machines in the ceiling between the first and second floor at home. I never thought about what their purpose was, I just assumed they were there.

When I was 3 or so, I used to be afraid of the dust motes that you can see in the moonlight. I don't remember much of this, but I'd apparently wake my mom with bloodcurdling screams of "THE SPECK OF DUST IS GINNA GET ME!!!" and my mom would have to "beat up" the specks before I could go to sleep.

at some point (i don't know when) i heard about asbestos in old office buildings. at some other point, i saw flocked christmas trees... my obvious conclusion was that flocked christmas trees were covered in asbestos. i avoided them and thought people who were willing to so sacrifice their health just to have a fluffy tree quite dumb. eventually i realized that this couldn't be true, but i still don't like them and avoid them.

I thought there were 2 guys who lived under my stairs, and they'd grab your legs and pull you in the staircase if you stepped on the 3rd step. For some reason it was a tall guy and a short guy with no hair in a lab coat.

when i was little, about 4 or 5 i used to think that my light bulb was an alien. i dont really kno why. i guess it did kinda look like one. i was always terrified to go to sleep face up because i was afraid to wake up looking at it. one day i told my sister and she hasnt let me forget it till this day!

I had a water bed and I used to be scared that, if I poked a hole in it, my room would fill up with water and I could drown. I was really scared and was always careful with sharp objects around it.

My sister used to believe that if you stood in front of the microwave while it was on, you could be zapped to another planet. Thus, when she felt like running away she would pack her bags and stand in front of the running microwave. If you tried to talk to her she would say "I can't hear you I am on another planet."

I used to believe there were cars on the floor trying to get me and i told this to my bro so everytime we were sittng on the floor i would say "quick jump on the bed the cars are coming!" that was when i was probly bout 8 yrs old.where i got that from i dont know...

I used to believe that the boarder on my room's walls, which were a lot of baby doll paintings, watched every move I made. So, being terrified, I used to get dressed in the dark and would sneak around my room hoping to hide every move I made.

I used to believe that almost everything bounced. One day I was caught with several bits of egg shell and egg yoke on the floor - I had been bouncing the eggs. Then another day, I tried to bounce one of my mum's china plant pots. I wasn't too popular that day.

We had one of those automatic ice-makers in our freezer when I was growing up. I used to believe that the noise it made was a man named Stanley who made the ice. I made the mistake of telling that to my grandmother, who put a little plastic man and woman in the freezer, so that when I looked to see if Stanley really existed, I found not only did he exist but had a wife!
Stanley's wife never got a name, though. She was always just referred to as "his wife". It took me a long time to accept that Stanley didn't really make my ice.