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I used to believe that if you spoke while driving past a graveyard that Frankenstein would come after you.
When I was young, I used to believe a cow skull my grandparents brought us from out west would come alive on our wall when I was sleeping and its eyes would glow green.
I used to think that a monster lived in the duct work of our house. I would always hear the noises, and think it was him moving around, and that the heat was him breathing fire.
When I was about five years old, I told my classmates about my upcoming vacation to Myrtle Beach.
One boy told me that if I went anywhere near the water, a giant octopus would grab me and hold me hostage for two years.
I believed this, and refused to go out on the beach until my family coaxed me into doing so.
When I was a little kid, and when my mom, dad, and I lived in my grandparents basement, I used to believe that if I stepped in a laundrey hamper, that my feet would be stuck in them. I thought that if I stepped in them, and got stuck, that a monster would come and eat me. I also thought that fireflies were aliens, and if I went outside alone that I would be abducted and then eaten by aliens.
i used to hide under the covers all night long when i was little, because i thought that frankenstein would come out of my closet, hungry, looking for little kids to eat.
We used to believe that the big fat red-eyed monster would come and eat us when we were asleep. One night we woke our mum and dad up with screaming because we thought we were being eaten! This was when we were 4 and for years afterwards we would sit up on our bunk beds all night clutching each other because of the red-eyed monster( we are twins).
My sister feeds my niece saying if she doesn't eat then a monster named alok bam bam will come take her away.. she described that monster to have long hair and beard... and fat.. When my sister went to drop her off the school on the bus stop she saw a person similar to this description. Quite brave she went and told him she had her breakfast in the morning.. She is 5..
I used to think if you had your feet sticking out of the covers when you were in bed a monster could get you and you were safe if you were fully covered by a blanket
My family used to have a cast iron wood stove. It had these two decoritive pieces that curved up, I used to think they were tusks and that the stove was actualy a monster. when you lit it the heat made the metal expand and it would groan. Man, I was afraid of that thing!
I used to think Jesus was a flying zombie who lived in a cave in the woods behind my house. If you were outside by yourself after dark he would catch you and put you in a pit full of unspeakable horrors.
when i was little i collected Barbie dolls like all the girls i knew at the time... but at night they scared me. i believed that they came to life at night when everyone was sleeping to scratch and pinch and bite people...
now im older and laugh... but i wet the bed a lot when i was little! and it didn't help that my brother would tell me stories of the demon cat in the basement that ate little girls! he'd lock me in the basement and turn off the lights... then i'd have to change my pants again when my screams annoyed him so much that he'd have to let me out.
and my closet... ugh! the light used to flicker for no reason...
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed.
When I complained about them, my babysitter would take a spray bottle labeled 'monster spray' and 'spray' away the monsters.
After a while, I grew sorry for the monsters and tried to apologize to them. I slept under my bed for weeks, waiting for them to come back.
i used to believe that light scared away It (from the movie).
WHEN i was 2 i think monster were real..BUT when i was
6 i found out my self that monster were NOT real and it TURE that MONSTER are NOT real ].-
I used to belive when I was child that if I don't respect my mother the "bixo papćo" is came me to eat.
I have a very cruel older brother.
when I was very young him and his friends convinced me there was an ancient race of crab people who lived in the sewers, no one ever talked about them because they were afraid and they took people into the sewers and ate them..
I used to think there was an evil janitor who lived in our basement. At night, he would wheel his creaky bucket around and clean the basement (this explained "house settling" noises). However, if I went into the basement while he was cleaning, he would kill me.
My aunt used to tell me if I didnt hurry up the big fat man would get me so i ran but now she still says it but I dont run It only reminds me of the old days
From about the age of 6-11 I was convinced that a terrible monster, the "red-eyed Hedgehog" lived in the space between my neighbour's fence and our garage. My next door neighbour who was a year or two older than me also believed there was a creature that lived down. Every day when we would climb the fence to each other's houses we would have to run really fast and clamber over the fence super quick so the Hedgehod wouldn't drag us down and eat us.
It took us a long time to get brave enough to go back to each other's houses at night time and often we'd ring our parents and ask them to pick us up.
By about the age of 10 I decided that I had to proove the existance of the red-eyed Hedgehog to my parents, so I set a trap. I got a cat carry cage, tipped it on its side and put a stick up to support the cage lid and then filled the plastic base of the cage with chocolate chips. I was upset to discover the next day that the chocolate chips were half gone and the damned Hedgehog had gotten away. :(