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because i thought there was some horrible monster underneath my bed (that was only there at night and early morning) i would catapult myself off my bed every night and morning. my mom would always get mad at me for jumping on my bed....
I used to beleive that a giant pig would come and eat me if I didn't sleep close to the wall. I was an insane 3 year old. I had the terrible threes, not twos.
This is my SISTERS belief but she used to thing that cougars are ghost cats and that grocery get their stock via owl. . . I think someone dropped her when she was an infant :)
Being born in Alaska, when I was little I would go out and yell and the "Northern Lights" thinking that it would cause them to move around. My brother told me that if you yell at them they would come down and play baseball with your head. For years after that when the Northern Lights would come out I would run go hide in my bedroom.
I don't have central air, so in the summer I'd have a fan in my room. It stood right over my bed and I always felt like it was staring at me. It creeped me out, so I'd always sleep with my teddy bear and my big quilt, no matter how hot it got. I thought if the fan tried to hurt me, my teddy would kill it and the quilt would keep the fan's evil demon friends from getting me.
I was utterly convinced the bogeyman lived on the radio tower near where I lived. The red flashing light at top was him blinking his eyes.
When I was a child, I had this like OCD thing, where I just had to pick my nose before I went to bed.
Well, I used to think that Chuckie from Child's Play hid under my bed and ate my boogers hoping that one night I'd reach my brain and flick it on the ground for him to eat.
I used to think that if I asked enough that I could become a werewolf. (And that the characters from Big Wolf On Campus would come and hang out with me.)
I also used to think that if I didn't jump into bed from the end that I would be pulled under and killed.
I used to be too scared to go paddling in the sea because i thought the loch ness monster and its babies (yes, babies!) would come and eat me.
which was silly because its in scotand and i was in miami.
if you are the loch ness monster or it's babies and are reading this, PLEASE DON'T EAT ME!
I used to believe my little cousin (by one year) was evil because when our uncle took a photo of all of us, he was the only one with red eyes (other than gramma, but we all know she's evil anyway!)
sorry, gramma! :D
when i laid down to go to slept my mom would tell me to close my eyes, i thought it was beacuse the monsters had no eyes and if they saw yours they would try to take them.
As a little girl I was always afraid of mosters and creepy crawlies, this was probably the result of my cousin allowing me to watch the horror channel.
A couple of my beliefs were dumb, yet totally acceptable in a child's perspective. One for instance, I thought that chuckie was outside my shower curtain waiting to attack me. I didn't take a shower with the curtain open for several months.
When I was nine I was scared there would be a hand reaching out to grab my feet if I didn't jump from the carpet to my bed. I still do this sometimes (out of habit.)
But the worst that I ever had to deal with were the eyes that always followed me. I'm laughing right now, but back then I swore there were people watching me, from behind my door, under the couch: everywhere. I was a mess for a good four years. Ouch!
everynight when i went to sleep as a kid i would go totally under the covers; even when it was very hot during the summer. I only let myself room to breeth through a small opening in the sheet. I believed that when any bodypart of me would stick out from onder the covers the monsterst would come and get me.
I used to believe that bad people/monsters would me into a baby factory and after my fabulous 5 years of life, I'd have to start it over, because I'd be turned into a baby...I was a weird child.
i used to believe that if you got lost from your parents a man would put you in a bag with other children and you would never be seen again
i used to think that i was a werewolf and that at night i played poker with the grim reaper
When I was nine, my older brother told me that there was a leprechan in the mouse hole in my room. The leprechan supposely would come out every St. Patrick's Day to try and take me away. So I stuffed the hole with reese's buttercup wrappers.
When I was little my dad told me that monsters jump out from spotlights and I belived it...
i used to think that there was a goblin under my bed. he had green tinted skin, red narrow eyes, and tiny brown hairs on his head. i thought that when i let my feet hung over the edge of my bed, he would slowly eat them. i also thought my bug bites were from him too (i used 2 get a lot of bug bites on my legs and feet). i would leap onto my bed to avoid walking past the space between the bed and the floor (wich is where the goblin lived). the goblin slowly vanished from my mind as i got more mature. i am 12 now, and i stopped believing in the goblin when i was ten.
When i was younger i always thought that every one was a monster at night. Every one but me. i would always hide under my bed because i thought i was safe where they couldn't find me.