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To this day, I cannot go to sleep if closet doors are open. They must be closed to keep whatever lives in them (monsters!)from coming out while you are asleep.
I had the usual fears of things attacking me at night and the compulsion to be completely covered with blankets with no body part hanging off the bed. However, my older brother must have tortured me with sci-fi movies because all of the monsters were from there. I had a slat-type closet door and I was convinced I could see the glowing eyes of the jawas from 'Star Wars' peeping out from the cracks in the slats, ready to carry me off to their freaky sand lair. The absolute worst was Gollum from the 'Lord of the Rings' animated movie. The song about the 9 fingers and the ring of DOOOOOM stuck with me. I was convinced Gollum was under the bed waiting to bite my finger off to the tune of the '9 fingers' song - I could hear him muttering about precious. I swear!
I used to think that there was a wearwolf in my wardrobe that whatched me when Iwas sleeping and in the morning he would follow me around like a ghost.
When I was really little I would sometimes sleep in my parents room because of my asthma. During the night, I could swear I heard a man singing and playing the guitar in the closet! My parents were both sleeping, and I so scared I just prentended to be asleep so he wouldn't know I heard him. For awhile I believed a man was secretly living in the closet.
I used to believe that if I sat in my wardrobe for long enough that I would end up going through it into a magical land - similar to that of Narnia, and at one point I believed that you actually could go there. Suffice to say that after spending mnay hours in my wardrobe being looked for I never actually got there.
As A Child: I used to believe a witch lived in my bedroom closet (and that she just might have been AniFrid Lynstadt from ABBA the pop group, too) and it was cause she moved out of our pantry closet is why she was now in my bedroom closet!
i used to believe that if you slept with the closet door open that someone could jump out and kill you at any point during the night. to this day i sleep with the closet door closed.
I used to believe that at night closet monsters would stand around in the closet wearing my clothes, waiting for me to fall asleep so they could come out. I always had to have the closet door closed.
I used to believe that there were hundreds of mechanical chickens hiding in my wardrobe, when the wind made the door bump, I was so sure it was the chicken army trying to escape. I'm not sure what an army of mechanical chickens would actully do, but believe me, it was scary!
My mother had to check under my bed with a brush to make sure that there were no lions hiding there. When in bed the door of the wardrobe had to be open so that it's mirror, which was on the outside, would not be facing me - I was afraid of something jumoping out of it when the light went off.
I used to believe that monsters lived in the closet and that arms of some sort would grab me from under the bed if I got up without looking. I eventually convinced my parents to buy me a bed with a pedestal so that there was NO underneath for the arms to hide!
The inside of my bedroom closet was covered with wallpaper that had rows of tiny geometric designs. I was convinced these markings were Egyptian hieroglyphics and when I deciphered them I would become rich and famous.
I always believed that there was a pirate in my closet. He wasn't a bad pirate, he protected me every night from any of the monsters that might come get me. However, this protection only worked if i went and stood outside the closet and said goodnight to him. I remember some nights where i forgot to say goodnight, and id wake up in the middle of the night, and walk over to the closet and say good night, to make sure i was getting my much needed protection!
When I was young We lived in a large, very old house. It only had a coal furnace and the heat had to filter up to the sicond floor. Winters were cold. Most of the time you could see your breath upstairs. We just added a few more blankets. I remember how my Mom would shut the closet door in my room and place something in front of it. Then she would say, with a concerned look on her face, goodnight.
Now, My own family lives in the house that I grew up in. My son sleeps in the very room I did as a child. There's a new gas furnace in the basement now and the upstairs is warm in the winter. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to tuck my little boy in his bed, shut a closet door and place something in front of it. Then, with a concerned look, say goodnight. Strange,,,huh?
When I was little, about five years old, I used to believe that there was a magic portal much like the ones in the old He-Man and She-Ra cartoons in my closet. Every night, at around nine-thirty, I believed that a blue witch and a pink faerie popped out of my closet to make sure I was asleep, and then had parties along with a vampire queen and the Addams Family. I also used to believe that they would hold parties with the magic genie living in this old perfume bottle of my mom that I had kept.
I still have that bottle somewhere . . .
I used to believe there was a monster living in my bedroom closet. At night, if the door was opened, I thought I could see him looking at me, just waiting until I fell asleep to come get me. Funny that he also looked like Frankenstein's monster!
I believed in monsters under the bed and in the closet. When I was 4 or 5, I grew very tired of this fear- so I decided that the monsters under my bed were actually friendly (by my fiat)and protected me from all the other night terrors. When I needed to get up for water or to pee, they would form a sort of invisible 'honor guard', slithering along in the shadows and dark to protect me. After I decided this was how things 'really' were, I always relished walking in the dark and shadows whether I was inside or out.
When I was little, my younger sister had a dream about a giant,child-eating, rainbow-haired baby with razor sharp teeth called the Yum-Yum boy. We believed that it lived in our older brother's closet and that if we flushed the toilet, it would wake up and get us. Because of this, we used to go to the bathroom together (so as not to have to flush twice) and get ready to sprint down the stairs once the handle was depressed.
When I was younger, I believed that this very large baby lived in my brother's closet and that he ate everything in sight. He name was the "yum-yum boy" and he haunted my dreams. It was also my belief that when the toilet was flushed, the yum-yum boy would come out of the closet and eat me. Whenever I went to the bathroom, I would prepare to run down the stairs as fast as I could as soon as I flushed the toilet. I'm still here....
I am only 13 years old and I remember my belief quiet vividly. When I was about 6 or 7 I had a twin bed, but I was afraid that the "monsters" came out of my closet at night when i was sleeping. The "monsters" would come out to tickle me while I was asleep; so I would never fall asleep without the covers on my feet and I would always fall asleep in the exact middle of my bed so they wuoldn't be able to reach me. For some reason I can't fall asleep with my feet out of the covers or if I'm not sleeping in the middle of the bed to this day.