make-believe

i used to believr that a goblin lived in my elevator shaft and controlled the elevator movement. this idea was given to me by the janitor who thought it would be funny to scare me....it worked, i never went in the lift in that building again, and 10 flights of stairs is alot for a wee boy!!!

I was pretty sure monsters were real because once I slipped from a nightmare where monsters were taunting me and I was just wrapped up in the blanket and eventually I made a run for it and got my mum and was confused that they were gone when I came back with her.

Another time I was looking at a night light falling asleep and a face came up and talked to me, it reinforced my belief. So far I haven't been proved incorrect though =p.

I always believed (why, I haven't a clue) that Dracula, Frankenstine, Werewolf, and all the other monsters were locked up on Alcatraz, and they would eventually break out. Since we lived in the Bay Area, we occasionally went over the Bay Bridge. I just *knew* they were going to break out as we were crossing it! I would get down on the floor of the backseat, and pull my sweater, or whatever over me to try to hide....this belief I held till pre-teen years! lol

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When I was in year three (that's propably 4th grade to you americans :> )I was in my bed thinking about aliens (because my freind said they were from japan or something???) when the washing machine went off and I ran downstairs convinced it was an spaceship flying close to my window,and half opened the front door but I saw nothing ,by now I was completly convinced it turned invisible, so I ran to the living room and pleaded that my dad guard my room until I go to sleep.

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When i was just a young boy, i do remember the teachers at school after christmas called up every child who believed that they had meet santa. They were told to describe what he looked like and what he sounded like, now i remember why all of the teachers were laughing at the time.

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Whenever Christmastime rolled around, my dad would call up my aunt and ask her to pretend to be Santa Claus for me. Then Dad would put me on the phone, and my aunt would affect a husky voice and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Once I asked my dad if I could have "Santa's phone number" but he told me I would have until I went to college, like all the other adults. Saved me the trouble of writing a letter, I suppose...

Also, one year on Christmas Eve, I heard a loud noise like metal crashing somewhere outside my bedroom. I assumed that Santa had fallen down the flue, banging against the grille in front of our fireplace. So, the next year, I asked my parents to move the grille out of the way so that Santa wouldn't bump into it.

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'twas the night before christmas and my horrible sister and i were sharing a bedroom at the time. i was about five or six. we were lying awake, really excited about the next morning when i heard my father doing his woodwork in the garage. i said, "i wonder what he's making." my sister, being the older and wiser and obviously benevolent one replied that she knew exactly what he was making. that it was a christmas present for me. when pressed for more details she told me it was a huge wooden reindeer that would sit in the corner of my room and stare at me with red glowing eyes. i think i was the last one down the stairs the next morning.

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All my life, I have had very bizarre dreams. As a little girl and still in my cot, I remember one dream I had about a small hole by the door of the small room I slept in when my brothers lived with us. It was a very realistic dream and I thought that there really was a tiny Yorkshire terrier in there that came out and the dream just felt scary despite that I loved and cared for dogs a lot. I had another dream whereby I was outside my cot and a pack of odd and somewhat ghostly dogs emerged from the hole led by what I now recognise as a weimaraner. I believed that if I stared at it for long enough, one of the dogs would come out and bark at me again. Linked to this, I also had dreams that weren’t nightmares but made me nervous about these bizarre things without faces that were like bullet shaped moons. They sometimes spoke and the only distinction with any of them was that the females always wore spotty pinners. We had these concrete things that are still there by our local fish and chip shop and they looked kinda like them and had chains on them. I used to be afraid that they would come to life at night and thought maybe they were the same things that I saw in my sleep. They never chased me or anything in my dreams but I found them freaky and was a nervous child anyway. I also had a belief that had I not slept under the covers, a purple, anthromorphic wolf in striped pyjamas would get me. I dreamed that he/it did come to check on me once and I always felt safe under the duvet. Even though I’ve no fears now, I always sleep out of habit pretty much under the covers.

I used to think that this one dark corner in our house was inhabited by monsters. Everytime I had to go near it, I sang a happy tune thinking that the monsters would stay away because they didn't like music.

I am 13 years old. My two imaginary friends are Ruprect and Priscilla. Ruprect is a player and Priscilla always yells at him when he looks at a lady's toosh. They used to be married and then got a divorce, and they are very bitter towards eachother. Ruprect is currently vacationing in Antarctica and Priscilla lives under the sink in my dad's bathroom.

i used to believe that santa and my parents were good friends who talked all the time. this is cause when i was bad one day, my father called up my uncle and told him to tell me on the phone that he was santa, and that i wouldn't get any presents if i didn't stop being bad. so "santa" told me i was bad and had to behave myself, and then i cried not knowing it was my uncle until years later

i watched too many vampire movies when i was small (still do i suppose). beacusase vamipres always slept in coffins, i thought that the dead people at funerals were vampires, and all the people there were there to put a wooden stake through the persons chest

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We used to have a hole in our skirting board when I was about three and a believed that the borrowers lived in it, for months I left food in it and my dad used to write messages suposedly from the little people , it was the weirdest pen-pal I ever had!

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When I was little I remember being so scared I would cry myself to sleep on christmas eve cause I didn't like strange people in our house, even if it was father christmas.

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When I was little we had stairs which you could see through and my bedroom was opposite them. For years I believed that if I didn't fall to sleep quickly that a wolf (like in the three pigs) would come up the stairs ( carrying a butchers knife)to eat me!

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When I was little, I used to believe in the Easter bunny. I'm now 12 and I'm far from believing in him anymore. There were actually a few different times when I was younger that I almost stopped believing. Then there were a few times I was given clues as to if he was real or just myth.

For one time, when it was Easter morning, I was about 6 years old. I had always anticipated getting up early in the morning looking for the Easter basket that the "Easter bunny" had hidden the night before, so I got up at 6:00 and began the search. Searching for what seemed to me to be endless minutes, I finally found the Easter basket that I had anticipated so much, hung on a fan in the dining room. At six years old, it just doesn't really occur to you that often that if you want to look for your Easter basket, you have to look "up" sometimes. Then after stuffing myself with candy and Marshmallow Peeps, I went over to the small plate on the coffee table, carrots and lettuce stacked high on the dish. I thought to myself. "Why in the world didn't he eat the food I put out for him?
There's another clue there.

Another time I was going outside to look for my basket at the age of 7. Little did I know that there, on the ground out in front of me, was the most important clue of my inquiry as to whether the bunny was real or not. Fluffy, white cotton balls scattered around. "Is he shedding this time of the year?"

Yet another time, at the age of 10, the belief in the Easter bunny had met its end and started to fade away, to be long remembered in my mind. I stopped believing that year because I had not gotten all I wanted in my basket. But still, to this day, I enjoy painting Easter eggs with bright colors, and hosting Easter egg hunts for the younger kids, and let's just say that I made an agreement with my mom that the "Easter bunny" will still continue to visit our house and bring back the memories with those endless searches for the baskets, the long nights sleeping on Easter Eve, and the joy of discovering your Easter basket on early Easter morn.

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When I was little and we went Cristmas shopping I wen to see Santa while in the department store. When we went to another department store to do some more shopping, my mother told me that Santa had just moved over there, and I believed it.