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A childhood belief about in my closet

When I was younger the street lights used to shine through the trees in our front yard. I had a thick-ish curtain covering my (floor to ceiling) glass doors to my balcony and the image that projected onto the curtains from the lights and the trees looked like a man holding an axe about to kill someone.

I was so traumatised from sleeping in that room just from trees and lights.

Overimagination from that led me to think for years that there was someone hiding under my bed and in my closet ready to jump out and get me.

Anon

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