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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 believe that a dead cow lived in my closet. The cow could come to life at night and was a glow-in-the-dark cow. I was absolutely terrified that some night it would come out of my closet and get me.
i really don't know where the heck this belief came from.
I and my brother were frightened by thunder at a very early age. My mom chided us saying it was just a silly black cloud. That started it. We didn't have a boogey man in our household, we had the "Silly Black Cloud" hiding in closets waiting to devour us. He'd come out during thunderstorms and search for us. I finally read a science book (I was 11 years old!) that described what thunder really was. No more Silly Black Cloud, may he rest in peace.
I truly believed that the devil lived in my closet at night. I remember being more annoyed than angry. I didn't understand why he had to live in MY closet of all places!
I was only five when the movie Scream came out. I remember seeing a preview for it on some talk show, and it terrified me so badly that I started to think the killer lived in my closet. I was afraid to open the door because obviously, he'd stab me in the chest. When I got up every morning, I'd sit there until the sun came through my window and went under my closet door. The sunlight would temporarily vanquish the killer, and then I'd be able to get my clothes out and go about my day as usual.
My mom yelled at me a lot for taking so long to get dressed in the mornings.
When I was little I was lying in bed when i saw my closet door was open and to my horror, I saw a lion, it was a T-shirt that was all crumpled up and thrown in there, I was horrified and I screamed my head off until my aunt came in to see what was wrong. I pointed to the closet and screamed "A LION!" She turned on the light and it was just a t-shirt but i wasnt so easily conviced, anyone who's read Kujo knows how i felt, there was a lion in there and he wanted to eat me, he may have fooled my aunt but I was smarter then that. I didnt sleep until it was bright out, everyone knows evil lions are afraid of the sun. :P
I used to believe there was a lion in my closet at night. I wouldnt go to sleep till my dad came in my room, took the lion by his mane, and shoved him in the bathroom down the hall and locked it up.
That the closet in my livingroom was the entrance to a secret world...When in truth its just where my dad kept old vcr's and video tapes.
As I child I was convinced that if I hid under the bed covers, it would help to protect me from the variety of things that I thought wanted to 'get' me, one of whom as the Elephant Man who I believed lived in my wardrobe. I spent many a sleepless and sweaty night trying in vain to scream to wake my parents.
My dad, being a dentist, had a skull from his Uni days but this had to be put in the attic to calm me down. My older sisters often played on my fears and one night, after smearing soap thickly on her face (and leaving the area round her eyes soap-free to look like dark sockets) came into my room moaning 'Davina, Davina, the skull's coming to get you'. I was absolutely hysterical thinking I was gonna die and my sisters got the biggest bollocking.
That captain hook lived in my closet on the very top shelf.
I used to believe that the flying monkees from the Wizard of Oz lived in the closet at the top our stairs. Every time I would go down, I would try to go at least two at a time so they would not get me.
my brother and i shared a bedroom when we were little. one night when he wanted me go to sleep he told me that if i didnt the wardrobe would come alive and get me. i had no memory of this until i mentioned years later i had a dream about getting eaten by a wardrobe. his story had warped my little mind!
I used to believe that the Grim Reaper was in your closet and if you were a bad kid he would glide out and slash you in half with his knife thingy
One night I couldn't sleep and I was playing in bed. My mom came in and yelled because it was 1:00am. She said if I wasn't asleep by 1:20 the pirhanas could come out from my closet and bite off my toes. I was so scared. I made sure I was never awake at 1:20 again!
I used to practice the piano in my grandma's apartment in the basement of our house. I believed that if I played a wrong note, a lion would burst out of the closet door and attack me. But when I did play a wrong note and nothing horrible happened, I figured it would take two wrong notes. And after two wrong notes, it would take three, etc.
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 could've sworn something lived in my closet. Every night I would hurry up and close it and turn on my night light. Since I thought the light chased it away. Sometimes I would hear noises coming out of my closet in the middle of the night and it always ended up that I locked my cat in my closet.
I was quite certain, that at all times there were two people living in my closet, on the right side. One was tall, skinny and very evil, his name was Irn. He wanted me dead. The second was short, fat, and quite sweet, Thomas. Whenever Irn wanted to kill me there was always an excuse from Thom to keep me alive. ie school picture, test, birthday, race etc. Irn was also the source of all my nightmares. One day Irn got fed up and left, and my nightmares stopped. Thom stayed on...but recently it's just been part time.
I got my sister to believe that when I would go into my closet and close the door, I was taking an elevator up to SEARS. She would beg to come, but I wouldn't let her. I would even make elevator noises with my mouth!
When I was younger the scariest place in the world was my grandpa's closet because he always told me that there was a booger in it. I always pictured this big green man living with my grandparent's clothes. It baffled me that they didn't call the police. Later I found out that he kept a shotgun and didn't want me to go playing with it.