A childhood belief about weeing and pooing

I used to think that there were monsters upstairs in my house, and that they would come and get me if any noise I made alerted them to my presence.
So, if after dark I had to go for a poo, I didn't really want to flush the toilet, since that was a rather loud exercise.
After several beratings from my mother on this, I eventually plucked up the courage to flush, but then I had to leg it down the stairs at super speed so that the monsters wouldn't catch me.
I never had time to turn the light off or wash my hands.
Of course, now I have the sense to lock the door and wait a few minutes for the monsters to go back to their cupboards before legging it down the stairs, four at a time.

And I also poo in the dark.

Oh the shame.