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I used to believe that a large angry gorrila lived in my closet. I was justified in thinking this because when I was three my mom hid in the closet with a gorilla mask on, and when I came into the room she jumped out and yelled "Boogy Ooogy ooogy!"
When I was little I thought that there was a pirate in my closet, behind all of my clothes. I figured I was safe as long as my closet was kept closed at night. To this day, I still can't sleep if the closet isn't closed.
I made a bed out of balsa wood, with a foam mattress and sheets (I was a creative kid). I left it in the closet for the house gnomes. But they kept making the bed, so I never had proof they slept there. So I placed a note on the bed, "Please leave the bed unmade so that I know you were here. Thank you."
When I was around 6-7 I had turned my closet into my personal reading sanctuary. I used it daily for about a week when my brother informed me that when our house was built (1 year earlier), a worker had died, and they had buried him in the back wall of my closet. I was convinced there was a gooey corpse there for years and would pile up my clothes and toys against the door every night so he couldn't come alive and get me. Brothers can be such jerks...
I used to think that a monster lived in my closet and only came out at night. On night i heard rustleing in the closet. I opened the door to find my cat Gizmo. He had been the monster those 3 years!
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.
My closet door absolutely had to be left opened about six inches every night. This was so the monsters could get in and out freely. I believed if I did this for them, they would leave me alone. It must have worked, because I was never bothered by any night monsters!
When I was five I believed the Crypt Keeper lived in my bedroom closet (from insisting upon watching tales from the dead one night), I wouldn't allow my mother to turn the bedroom lights off at night until the closet was closed, so the keeper wouldn't get me as I slept.
I did, however, hold nightly conversations with her (I decided it was a female), about damn near everything.
... To this day I won't sleep without my closet shut.
when we were very young, my brother believed a ferocious bear lived in his closet. he was terrified to go to sleep in his room at night. one night, our father went upstairs and made a lot of noise in my brother's room, came downstairs, and told us that he and the bear had a fight, and the bear left. my brother never had bear problems after that.
I used to think there was a secret bathroom in my closet. I would always knock on the wall to see if I could find the door. I truly believed this until i was about 8, when we moved to a different house. I even had dreams where I found it!
When I was little, I was extremeley scared of the sceleton living in my closet. Unfortunatley, If I stayed awake, he would eat me, and if I hid under my blankets, he wouldhold me down under the blankets until I sufocated. I screamed until my very annoyed Mum came to rescue me.
when i was younger than i am now i used to beleive that when i was asleep in my room that my clothing danced in my closet and played all night until morning. and i would look through the cracks in my closet to see if i could try and see them dance and try to trick them into thinking i asleep so i could get those freaky thangs to stop dancing!
I believed that if I left my closet door open at night, Abraham Lincoln's dead body would fall out of it. I still can't sleep if the closet door is open
After I saw E.T. as a kid I thought he lived in my closet and was really evil. Now to this day I still cannot watch that movie
When the movie Poltergist (sp) came out, I use to think the closet was going to suck me in.
When my husband was little, he used to believe that monsters lived in his closet. At night when he went to bed, he always made sure the closet door was firmly closed, so the monsters wouldn't get out. Now, as an adult of 52, he still will not get into bed unless the closet door is firmly closed. Some things just stay with you all your life!
i used to believe that my house was actually the site of an ancient egyptian burial mound (i live in minnesota, but i LOVED egypt). i made myself treasure maps and headdresses and held "egyptian ceremonies." one rainy day, my friend and i found a panel in the back of my closet that could be removed, and we decided that a mummy was probably inside. we got ourselves all psyched up for the treasure that was buried with the mummy, and we got nervous too--there was a thunderstorm outside! finally i got the courage to peek behind the panel and --it was a mummy! or so i thought--upon closer inspection it was a heating pipe wrapped in white tape, but i was scared fpr years of the mummy in my closet, and i never opened the panel again.
when i was little i had a big puffy black dress in my closet. and one night i saw a giant frog standing up in 2 legs in my closet. I threw anything i could find at the frog but it didn't leave so i started screaming "MOMMY" it turned out that it was my dress stuck with a green sweater i had. LOL
talk about being afraid of animals. And since then i've terrified by frogs.
When I was about 6, my grandmother told me I'd better not open the closet in her living room because the devil lived in there. I was so scared of opening that door and finding a portal to hell that even after she died, when I was 24, I still refused to open the closet, which I later learned contained quilts and pillows.
When I was young there was a small door in the back of my closet that opened into the attic. To keep me out of there, my grandfather would tell me that if I went between the wooden slats where the insulation was, that I would fall straight into the furnace and burn up. That was enough to keep me out of the attic!