Toys come alive at night when you're asleepThis section contains beliefs all on a common theme: Toys come alive at night when you're asleep.
I used to believe that toys had life, I believed it after seeing the "Toy Story" movies. So I spent moments looking at my toys to see if at some point they would move, that never happened, but I spent like two years believing it would happen.
Solía pensar que, por la noche, cuando dormía, todos mis peluches se levantaban y tenían una fiesta masiva. Verá, todos estaban en diferentes posiciones por la mañana. (Más tarde descubrí que los había pateado mientras dormía).
When I was a child I used to believe that the toys came to life at night and when we were not around because they moved or fell apart, as a child I used to believe in ghosts because where I lived at night on the terrace of my house you could hear footsteps.
When I was 6 years old, I used to believe that my toys come to life. I used to think that they lived together from my bed, that when the bed was moved they would even fight among themselves. I used to think they were bad. I felt that they grabbed my legs and played with my shoes.
When I was younger I used to believe my toys are alive like in Toy Story.
I had the "toys are alive like in Toy Story" belief up until I was freakin' thirteen!
But that's not all: when I was eightish, my mum told be this huge lie that when you can't find a toy that's because it's gone to a place called "Adventure Land".
Even me, logical little miss that I was, believed in a place with that phoney-baloney name for three darned years!
She was so adamant about this lie too: she claimed she'd witnessed her teddy bear trying to go there, that there was one place in that phoney world where no cats were allowed, and there was a literal all-you-can-eat buffet.
I used to believe that my toys were alive like in “toy story”
my toy story 4 toys talk to me at night
I used to believe that when you had very big teddy bears they had their own lives and at night with my second brother we left them food every day but the next day we got angry with them why they did not eat and we had to give them that food to our pet
when I sleep I have a felling that my toys where hurting me so I stayed up with my eyes barrly closed and cought them next time I got my leg cut deep so I burnt my toys it did not sop burnt toys in my bed!
Toys come to life at night
I used to make my toys come to life
I always have them day and night
Foxy, Green Dog,, Bobblehead, They can come to life you said!
They'll come alive at night!
Whe I was around 9, I used to have these dreams about how i asked my dolls if they could talk and they said "You know we do." But then I starting thinking while I slept, they would come alive and kill me.
I used to believe toys came alive at night.
Because I love toys, and I hoped be good friend with my toys.
That all my toys would come to life while I slept, and if they ever caught me seeing this they would kill me. Keep in mind this was pre-toy story. I'd sit in bed awake with my eyes shut hard so they would never catch me peeking at them and murder me.
I used to belive that all my dolls at night get alive and have a party and the animals can talk as a normal person when anyone can see them.
When I was around 6 years old, I used to wake up in the middle of the night, my imagination would let me see miniature animals, which were actually real and moving. I stayed up one night until the sun came up and as I was sitting in my bed, scared, I saw my toy soldiers climbing up a rope into a vase. And I know they weren't real but I did get kinda freaked out.
My grandma told me toys come alive after I fall asleep,so I pretended I'm sleeping,to catch them hanging around in my room.
When I was little my babysitter told me that when I was sleeping all of my toys would have a party (an obvious copy of Toy Story). I became convinced that my toys were plotting to kill me and ended up locking them all in my closet - I still get freaked out if my closet doors aren't shut.
When I was a child I used to believe that, in the night, the pictures in my books came alive and would come out of the books into my bedroom. I was afraid.