A childhood belief about in my closet

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!