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ET was in my closet. Waiting.
when my sister turned off the light, I thought
a monster would jump out the cupboard.
Boy, did I scream.
When I was little I couldn't sleep if I saw any light in my room (even layed a towel on the floor at the bottom of the door). I thought that if I couldn't see the monsters, they couldn't see me.
When I was young I used to believe that the monsters on the closet were real. I used to close the closet for them not to come out.
When i was little i never believed in monsters in the closet, there was a man that lived in my closet named Tex. Tex was an ex-ax murderer that would protect me. He would wake me up at night if something was wrong, when my mom told me that Tex didn't live in my closet I would say "if you don't believe in him then you can't see him."
When I was younger I use to think that if I did not close my closet door someone would come out and me
When I was younger I believed that if I did not close my closet door a man would caome out and me. I believed that from 3-5. But now I'm 11 and I'm not that stupid
my closet used to be full of so many things when i was younger. So because of this i never really saw the wall at the back of my closet. I would believe that if i ever made it to that wall, i would find a door that could transport me where ever i wanted. Sadly, that was disproved when one rainy day i made it to the wall..
When I was 8 years old I used to think that the monsters in the closet was real because I would always hear stuff ratling in my closet and all along it was my big brother.
Several years ago, my older sis and I decided to make up a story to tell to our younger sister. Our little sis had recently gotten chicken pox and what is now a round scar on the left of her forehead was a chicken pock that was healing at the time; oozing and such. So we told our gullible little sis that her brains were leaking out out of the hole, and that she would have to get a new brain. When she questioned us, we went on to tell her that the same thing had happened to Maw Maw (Dad's mom), and that if we went into the hall closet in her house, we'd find an old brain that had once belonged to Maw Maw... our sis had been almost inclined to believe us before that, but she was too smart to believe that Maw Maw was hoarding an old brain in her closet!
i used to think that all the good mythical animals lived in my wardrobe they lived there to stop bad ones getting in everytime i slept the leader Bowler who was a yellow and white dragon watched the window.
I use to think Uncle Fester hid in my parents closet. Everytime I'd walk in I'd check if he was waiting for me. If he wasn't there I'd think he was on a coffee break with my mom.
I used to belive monsters!
My grandmother had a rubber ducky in her linen closet. I believed that at night, that rubber ducky grew very large and wobbled in the closet, and if I opened the door it would jump out and replace my head--I would still be me, but I would have a giant rubber ducky for a head.
I believed that I had a closet Monster, and I'd get terrified to go to bed. My paranoia was calmed by the closet light being left on, but after a while, I became afraid that this monster wasn't afraid of the dark, and the light only helped it find me better.
My Mom bought me a giant stuffed unicorn and she told me that when I fell asleep, the unicorn came to life to protect the little girl who owns him from the closet monster.
After this, I was able to sleep peacefully, having dreams of a mighty unicorn fighting off the evil closet monster!
when i was younger i used to believe that every thing my grandad said was true.He had once told me that under the cabnet in the corner of my room lived a gremlin called slime the slasher and that every night at exactly 2:45 he would come into my room and eat the last of my cookies and milk. And it always happend, but for some reason only when i stayed at my grandads house.And if I didnt leave him any he would eat me instead. I believed it untill I was 10, I am now 19 and do not believe in slime the slasher. But no thanks to me my 6 year old sister does!
About 40 years ago, an adult cousin told me that ghosts lived in your closets. To this day I cannot sleep with a closet door open!
For about a week when i was perhaps 8, i believed there was a mummy (the ancient egyptian bandanged type) in my wardrobe. I avoided opening the wardrobe until i absolutely had to, then i got my sister (2 years younger then me) to open it for me! She probably wondered why i couldnt open it myself...
When i was little i used to always think that my clothes come to life as the boogey man and if i keep my closet closed, vicious aliens will cause a second version of war of the worlds in my bedroom.
i used to believe that my closet was a portal to this another place where ther were chcolate, candies and what not and i uaed to sit there sometime hoping if i tried hard enough i would get there