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I once saw a movie in where a doll turned evil and would start glowing its eyes red and try to killl you, it was really creepy and i couldnt ever look atr my toys or my action figures again without thinking theyd kill me. This lead to a dream where toys of the kids show Barny(the big poofy purple dinosaur)
and others were dancing in front of my bed, and when I would try to run out of them room one jumped at me from the door knob I was soooo freaked out by this!!
When I was little, I was deathly afraid of the Velveteen Rabbit for some reason. My grandma had gotten me one of those book-and-tape sets of the story for my birthday, and even though I loved it and listened to it all day long, by the time I went to bed I had completely changed my mind. I somehow became convinced that the book had some kind of magic power that would make my stuffed animals come to life like the Velveteen Rabbit, and that the animals would be mean and try to "get" me while I was asleep. I cried for like twenty minutes while my mom tried to calm me down, but I would not be consoled until she promised to get rid of the book the next morning, because of course I would be safe as long as it wasn't in the house.
A few years later, my parents gave me a Velveteen Rabbit videotape for Easter, and by then I was okay with it. Guess maybe I just wasn't ready for it that first time!
I believed for a very long time that my Barbies would wait until I left the room to get up play about by themselves. I would open the door really fast , and swear that I caught a glimpse of them moving .I made frequent spying attempts under the door, through the closet door handles, and into boxes. I thought this from the ages of about 6 to 10
I had the game Jamungi when I was little, and also saw the movie, where the kids start playing and get sucked into the game. So I was scared that if i played that game the hippos were going to go after me and I would get sucked into the game. But I decided to play it anyway, one day with my older brother and his friend. Then I got scared to death because I was about to lose and wanted to quit but they told me if I quit I would get sucked into the game and would never be able to get out! I'll be remembering this when I give my brother his christmas present this year.
When I was about Kindergarten age, my parents gave me this wonder horse. This is a large, toy horse mounted to a frame with springs, and you could ride/bounce up and down on it. My bedroom was upstairs, and it had a huge walk-in closet that my parents used for my play room. They kept the horse in there with the rest of my toys. During the daytime, they could never get me off of that horse because I loved it so much. However.... At night it was a totally different story. At night, if I forgot to close the closet door, I would watched in horror as that wonder horse would start to glow, and somehow turn into a real horse! The horse would gett off of its springs, trot out of the closet and circle my room a few times, making a loud clomp clomp clomp. It would sometimes come over to my bed and flash its teeth at me, then it would trot back into the closet and back onto the frame. I was horrified! This would happen night after night if I forgot to close my closet door. My parents tried moving that wonder horse downstairs to the family room, but darned if that thing didn't trot up those stairs every night and come after me! Nothing, but nothing I told my parents would convince them that that horse was real, and would come to life every night and try to get me! What's weird is I loved riding that horse in the daytime, but at night I was absolutely terrified! Finally my parents had had enough of my night terrors, and with the advice of the pediatrician or child psychologist, they destroyed that wonder horse one afternoon on our back porch. They did this in front of me. After that, I never had anymore problems, the horse was gone for good. Nobody really knows why I was traumatised by that horse every night, or why I'm the only one who ever saw or heard it come to life. I guess I was a very insecure little kid back then, I dunno. I'm 40 years old now, and I can still clearly remember seeing a real horse trotting around my room.
When I was a kid I used to believe my stuffed animals had feelings. I had about 200 so everyday I spent about 2 hours talking to each and every one of them and asking them how they were, if they were hungry or sad, ect. Also, they all had birthdays, and their was one birthday every day. So I had a stuffed animal birthday party every day where we would dance around and play truth or dare.
I used to believe that all my stuff animals had feelings. I would have to talk to them equally and say sorry to them if i knocked them over and stuff like that. Also i thought if i made a nest in my bed and surrounded it with my stuffed animals, i thought i would hatch into my twin. (I thought that was why there were twins ha ha ha) i was disapointed when it didn't work.
Call this obsessive compulsive disorder if you will, but I used to think that if you twisted the arm/head/whatever of a toy all the way around, you'd have to twist it back the same number of times, back to how it was before, or else that toy would be in silent agony.
My grandparents had a deck of cards for playing pinochle...somehow I imagined that pinochle must be some kind of cross between Pinocchio and pumpernickel.
When I was younger, my Dad would tell me as we walked through a store that if I didn't pet a stuffed animal, it would get its feelings hurt, so I'd have to touch every stuffed animal I saw. I still have to do this, and I'm 19 and in university. Also, if someone says that the stuffed animal is ugly, it makes me cry. This happened less than a year ago when I was shopping with my roommates. And I always had to get the stuffed animal that I thought no one else would want, the one that was a little injured, because I didn't want it to feel like no one loved it. I still don't know what happens to them when no one buys them. It really makes me sad, writing this now, to think of unwanted stuffed animals. Thanks Dad, for dementing me!
I used to believe when I was a child as long as you don´t let the toys sleep in your bed (because it is warm there), they will die till the morning
When I was about 4 or 5 and Jumanji was popular, there was a Jumanji believed it possessed the same powers as the game in the movie, since it was exactly the same. Although the movie and the game's powers in the movie were very scary, I thought it would be cool to own a magical object, so I wanted to buy it, but my parents didn't want to. I got over that quickly, though.
i used to believe that my stuffed animals had feeling and i used to put on shows for them. i would dance and stuff and make them dance with each other. then my brother would come in and throw them against the wall and stuff and i would start crying my eyes out saying "don't hurt them!!!!".:)
I used to believe that my stuffed animals were real and they had to be quiet and not move when my parents were around, but I knew better. I promised that whenever anyone else was around I wouldn't speak about them being real. I guess you could say they were my imaginary friends.
When I was about 8 or 9, there was a My-Size Barbie doll that came with a butterfly costume. I thought that if you wore the costume you would turn into a butterfly. I was disappointed when I found out the costume wouldn't fit me.
I used to believe that porcelain dolls were real and would try to kill me in my sleep. I was so scared, I would break my mom's dolls (I know, I was bad) or hide them. I'd have awful dreams about them trying to kill me. I collect them now. Haha!
I used to see those commercials on TV for "Family Barbies" and barbie was holding a little kid. I was a very curious little girl, and had looked under barbie's skirt before, only to find that she was always wearing underwear. When i saw one of those commercials on TV for family barbie, i said to my mom, "But mom, barbie doesn't got a buhgina!" My mom laughed really hard and didn't tell me for years.
I firmly believed that when you left your room your dolls would come to life.I always tried to take care of them because i believed they had feelings and would be sad if you were mean to them.I also belived that they were extrememly smart and didnt talk for a very good reason that was uncomprehendable to humans.
Remember the commercial about the game Twister that had that song that said, "Twister...the hot spot!"? Well I believed that some of the spots on the Twister mat were hot and that others would give you a slight electric shock. I was rather disappointed when I played Twister for the first time and the spots didn't do anything special! =)
When we were little, both me and my older sister had these blue stuffed-animal dinosaurs, and we used them as our own personal dream-catchers. We believed that they would eat any nightmares that came in so that they wouldn't go into our heads and become bad dreams, and with them around, we would only have nice dreams at night. I always made sure to bring mine everywhere I slept (like when visiting relatives), else I would have bad dreams.