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I used to believe that a white gorilla from an episode of Star Trek lived in my closet. I had gorillas issues.
I used to think that if you watched a horror movie, the monster or bad guy of the movie would be allowed to leave the movie and go in your room at night. Then they would watch you from the closet or under the bed and wait til you were alone to attack. I used to get sooo scared. Especially after watchin that movie When a Stranger Calls. I thought that the man would come and get me in the middle of the night. Honestly, i still do sometimes!
When I was four, I was sure that evil monsters lived in the closet at the end of the hall that separated my room from my parents' room. I just knew that they lived within the folds of the neatly stacked blankets on the bottom shelf. I would always walk as quickly as I could past the closet and never look directly at it when I was close to it. I also thought that there was a monster under the bed that could grab my legs if I got up at night out of bed, so I made sure to leap into and out of bed to avoid it's reach! If I had a scary dream at night, I wouldn't want to run past the closet to get to my parents bed and wake them up, so I'd stay put because the closet and grabbing hands under the bed were scarier thoughts than my dream! I still remember one dream that scared me enough the run to them, but the treacherous obstacle course on the way to their bedroom was even scarier!
When I was little, I had heard of the boogieman, but I never exactly knew what he was, because, of course, I never met him. Because of his name, I though he was a man who lived in your closet who came out at night and danced with you, so I always looked forwards to meeting the boogieman, unlike most kids!
i used to believe that behind the closet door that we had a mounted deer head on was the rest of its body, but i was always too afraid to open the door and look for his missing half.
When I was about 5 I was sooooo afriad of the closet at nite I would rip all the clothes down out of my closet and turn on all the lights and put them back up in the morning so my friends didn't think i was a scarried cat.
When I was younger, my older brother would always tell me that a guy would pop out of my closet and eat me if I werent asleep when my parents told me to. And one night I didnt listen to them and my brother hid in my closet and jumped out and pretended that He was the psycho. I was really scared
When I was growing up, our bathroom was connected to my parents bedroom. They would always have their closet door wide open. I could see closet open and was deathly afraid a huge creature would explode from it at any moment tearing me to pieces. I spent very little time in there.
I use to believe that there was a secret door from the bedroom closet & my sister's closet And that was how my middle sister could always slip away with my oldest sister without me knowing.
This was only a one time belief....I was quite near sighted when I was young, and didn't keep my room very tidy. I woke up late one night, seeing white spots on the floor and ran and woke mom and told her someone had broken in, drank milk, vomitted on my floor, and hidden in the closet.
She walked me to my room, turned on my light, and told me to pick up my socks.
When I was a kid I had my little sister believing that their was a fairy that lived in my closet, her name was Sabrina and she flew to the grocery store on a paper airplane. The door to her house was behind the clothes but you could only see it sometimes. (Of course when my sister was looking for it was one of the times that it was not visible.) I carried on this story with her for so many years that I actually started believing it myself! More than once I found myself looking at the back of the closet wall for that door...
I used to think E.T. was hiding in my closet and behind the plant that was on the balcony across from my bedroom!!!
When I first read The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe... I thought that I could get to Narnia through the back of my closet. I used to try all the time, by standing in my closet and poking the back wall.
when i was in grade 1 or 2, we were shown this video to make us not afriad of monsters in the closet. it was about this kid who indeed had a monster in his closet, eyes looking when his mom had his back turned, funny noises, the whole bit.
anyway, it all turned out that the monster just wanted a friend becuase he was scared of th edark too, or somethng akin to it.
i am 18. to this day, i have never been able to sleep with a closet door open. thanks a lot, public school system.
i used to believe our house had secret passages all through it (even though it was a pretty small one-story house). i thought i could use them if i could only figure out how to get into them. i thought the key was a framed panel on the back wall of my closet, but i couldn't figure out how to make it open.
(i've since learned that had to be an opening for dealing with the piping for the bathroom - good i didn't get in.)
As a child, i must have been around 6, i dreamt that i had gone through my wardrobe, (closset type thing for you yanks) and ended up at my grandad's house in his garden, and was meeting all my dead relatives ide never meet. For a few years after i used to constantly open and shut the wardrobe door to try and get get through, as i was sure it wasnt a dream. I only stopped after the window cleaner scared me to hell an back when i turned around to see him starring at me.
i had finally gotten my own bedroom, had wrested my independence from my horridly tormenting older sister only to have her ruin it for the next few years of my childhood. it went like this:
there were giant sycamore trees outside my bedroom window that, combined with the moonlight, made the exact same errie image on my bedroom wall every night. it shone next to my closet and, eventually, i decided it had the appearance of a man. my sister confirmed the fact. she told me that it was really the ghost of the man who had hung himself in my closet years before we moved into the house. to prove her story she showed me a picture of him from a book of ghost stories. its still errie to me today to think of how much this random picture looked like my "ghost"
I used to think there were skeletons in my closet. But these weren't normal skeletons. These were screaming, sword weilding 'Jason and the Argonaughts' style skeletons.
i used to believe that my toys had a tunnel in my closet that led to their secret kingdom where they would escape to at night(while i was sleeping). there they would lead their own private lives, and return via the closet before i woke up.
My best friend in elementary school told me that if you put pussy willows catkins (yes, that is what they're called!) in your closet, they'd turn into kittens overnight. Hense, we stripped the neighbor's bushes (a subject of great concern at the next coffee klatsch), made little nests on the floors of our closest out of tissues, and waited. And waited. And waited...