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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 always thought there were wild monkeys in my closet that came out at night, so me and my dad had a routine every night where he'd come in and tell the monkeys to leave me alone
When I was younger my older sister (5 yrs older) told me that their was an evil stuffed animal stealer living in my closet so every night I before I went to bed I used to take all my stuff animals and hide them under my covers and hold them all so the evil stuffed animal stealer would not take them. I believed this for like 2 yrs needless to say I didnt get alot of sleep (their were a lot of stuffed animals to hide)
When I was four, I was sure that evil monsters lived in the closet at the end of the hall that separated my room from my parents' room. I just knew that they lived within the folds of the neatly stacked blankets on the bottom shelf. I would always walk as quickly as I could past the closet and never look directly at it when I was close to it. I also thought that there was a monster under the bed that could grab my legs if I got up at night out of bed, so I made sure to leap into and out of bed to avoid it's reach! If I had a scary dream at night, I wouldn't want to run past the closet to get to my parents bed and wake them up, so I'd stay put because the closet and grabbing hands under the bed were scarier thoughts than my dream! I still remember one dream that scared me enough the run to them, but the treacherous obstacle course on the way to their bedroom was even scarier!
I used to think that there was another world somehow connected to my closet. I thought I could talk to them in my head, and once I actually slept in there because the 'fairies' were at war with the leprecauns.
In first grade, my friend told me at her grandma's house there was a cut off hand that lived in her closet and that it was her boyfriend. She continued to tell me that everybody had a hand that lived in their closet and soon it would be my boyfriend. I came home crying and telling my mom I didn't want a boyfriend to live in my closet!
I used to believe that monsters or aliens lived in my closet and it was my own job to protect my family and the world from being eaten by them by looking as unappitizing as i could at night. I thought that if they couldn't see me they would think i was invisible and not worth eating and go back home. I also thought that if i only stuck my head out they would think we were only heads and go home. I even thought if i left my toe out they would think we were only toes. I thought i was so important. If my parents were mad at me i would say, "You know if it wasn't for me you would be alien food!" and then they would stare. haha
I seriously used to believe that Bert from Sesame Street lived in my closet and that he was going to kill me.
At age 12 I got so upset i cried when i went to go get a new pair of jeans, because my old ones had been so good to me and i was afraid their feeling would get hurt because i had had them for like 2 years, even though they were ripped everywhere i didn't want to get new ones. I was the same way with tennis shoes!
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 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...
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 used to believe that I had 10 seconds to run up the stairs after turning off the lights in the basement or a mummy would get out of the wardrobe and kill me.
this is a true belief that my cousin and i had whene we were about 5 or 6, my grandmother had a trap door in her closet ans my cousin and i asked her what it was for she told us thet it was the door to the devil and if we wernt good hed come out and get us...so my cousin and i spent many hours daring each other to open it, one day we smelled something coming from the door we started getting scared and rab to our grandma telling her the devil was cooking someone, she knowing better relized that something was inded burning and relized she was burning the chicken soup she was making us for lunch nevertheless my cousin and i stayed very far away fron the closet the bedroom and that side of the house untill they finally moved
I used to believe that my clothes just kept shrinking and that's why every year, my mom would have to buy me new clothes. What a mysterious world this is!
I used to think that the dog-thing from Ghostbusters was hiding in the closet across from my bedroom door...oh and that Big Foot, in the course of his travels through Washington state, would somehow stumble across my house, and make his way into my bedroom... I'd always freak out right before I went to sleep, imagining what it would be like if I woke up in the night to see him towering over me in my little room!!!
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!
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 used to belive that their was a real boogyman in my closet, so I would cover my head with the covers thinking that would protect me from any harm.
I used to think my closet was a gateway to another dimension, and I pretended it was. I watched a lot of TV shows with time-travel as a theme so I imagine that's why. I also thought there were monsters in there.