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When I was ten, I liked to think that there were shmozits living in my closet. Shmozits are creatures that I made up that have the head of a tapir, the tail of a fish, the wings of a bat and long, bushy fur on their stomaches and backs. Oh yeah, and they'd live in your closet. Their diet consists of fish and clothing. The sounds they would make would sound exactly like that of a harmonica.
I always insisted on having my closet doors closed when I went to bed. That's because I believed that there were dead bodies attached to my clothes hangers, and when it got dark you could see them, even though they didn't show up if it was light. I had a really vivid imagination, so if the door got left open I could actually see the corpses wearing my dresses.
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.
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!
My mom would often use the expression, "skeleton in the closet" when someone in our neighborhood had a secret. I took this a bit literaly and thought there actually was a skeleton in the closet and that was what they did to kids who were being bad.
After reading my first book, i thought that all closets/wardrobes, would transport me to Narnia, if i just believed. When it didn't work, i thought i wasn't believing hard enough. So when my family couldn't find me around the house, i was usually in the closet, behind the coats.
i used to beleve that a witch lived in my linen closet and the only way she wouldnt jump out and get me was if i sang twinkle twinkle to her everyday.
I used to believe my bedroom closet was actually a time machine.
When I was little I would never fall asleep with my mouth open because I thought skeletons would come out of my closet and pour poison down my throat.
I used to think that if I got stuck or locked in a closet or sat in there with the door closed, that no air could come into the closet and so I would slowly suffocate to death. It wasn't until I was 10 and saw an episode of Jimmy Neutron when Jimmy got locked in a closet and told his friends "he had plenty of air" that I knew closets weren't airtight!
in my wardrobe i had loads of bags and stuff at the bottom of the wardrobe and when i was little i used to dive down into the bags trying to look for Narnia and if u went into my room while i was in the wardrobe all u would see was my legs sticking up
When I was a child, I believed that if I left the doors of my wardrobe open at night, an elephant would come out of it and terrorize me. If I realised I'd forgotten to shut the doors, I'd get out of bed and close them - no matter how comfortable I was. I still do this.
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.
When i was little my sister told me that there were leprechauns in my closet. I left her room to get a drink and came back and found she was missing, suddenly an irish accent came out of the closet. The "leprechaun" told me that he had eaten my sister and that he was going to sneak into my room that night and eat me. I ran out of her room crying and told my parents.
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 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!
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.
When I was a little boy I used to think that at night, the clothes in my closet would sew them selves together and come out to attack me as a headless figure.
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!
I remember I used to always think that the wetsuit that my dad kept in my closet was a person waiting to get me the minute I fell asleep.This must have been when I was really little, I think this must have been when I got my first "big girl bed" because I couldn't see the closet from where my crib had been. I remember lying in bed too afraid to move staring at that dark humanoid shape until I would finally pass out. I would go into the closet fearlessly during the light of day and knew that the shape I saw at night was the wetsuit but I must have thought it transformed after dark, once the bedroom door was shut. I'm still freaked when alone somewhere, I check every closet in my apartment each time I come home so I guess I was destined to be paranoid from a young age.