I (rather oddly) believed that the lightswitch on my grandmother's hallway wall - which was actually the bathroom light switch - was sentient, malevolent, and biding it's time (not quite in those terms, but every kid knows what it's like to just KNOW something is evil). It's switch looked like a beak, and the screws were it's eyes. It chased me through my dreams for months, and I still can't quite figure out why I fixated on the damn thing!
A childhood belief about monsters
others believed things like this
- I used to belive that if we could find the light switch that controlled the sun, we could control the world. Anon
- I used to believe that there was an off switch to the ocean so that it could go to sleep at night.Anon
- I used to think wall outlets looked like little faces (eyes and mouth), and so I would talk to them sometimes!— EJ
- sophie b. hawkins. Damn I wish I was your lover. I heard Damn I wish I was your motherAnon
- I used to believe that the cool aid man was evil and he'd break through my wall and get me.— tammy
- I used to believe that the oddly-shaped clouds were made from oddly-shaped sheep— Dickson