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I used to believe that monsters lived in my closet and under my bed. I had to get a running start then jump on my bed so monsters wouldn't eat my feet.
I grew up in London near Heathrow Airport and as a child I knew, for a fact, that there was a werewolf living in the tiny space between my shed and my garden fence. I wasn't too afraid of him.... except for every evening at 6pm when a concorde would fly overhead.
I was mainly afraid that no one would hear me scream if he came out and got me.
when I was little I used to believe that gremlins were real and seeked distroying the world.
I used to believe that the "boogyman" was short for "booger monster". I had nightmared of a giant booger monster for a year.
I believed that a monster lived, not under my bed, under my sheets. If there were sheets on my bed, I had to fold the bottom part of the sheets so my feet were over top. Some how, this stopped the monster from getting me
I used to believe that if I didn't go to sleep by midnight a werewolf would come in my room and eat me and use my bones for toothpicks.
this one girl at about 3rd- 4th grade told me and my friends that on the playground there was this pole wire thingy sticking out of the ground ( and there was) and that if u touched it, you owould get sucked into the ground and satan wouldnt let us back up.
so then we dared her to touch it at recess one day ( well we didnt really like her) and she did! then she pretended that she was being sucked in so me and my friends pulled her and i guess satan let her go. we havent touched it since a few weeks ago!! ( and we are in sixth grade now
For quite a while during my youth, I believed that if I were to leave any of my toys outside, a vampire-like creature would emerge from them and try to eat me. The thought terrified me until I was around twelve.
i used to belive[thanks to my dad] that if you hung your toes over the bed the toe gobler would come and eat your toes....................and now i still don't hang my toes over my bed
When i was really little, about 3 years old or so, we lived across the street from a cemetery. There were these little mausoleums with stained glass windows, one of which was right across from our front door. One evening i was looking out the front window watching for my grandparents' car, when i saw a light come on inside the mausoleum. I completely flipped out. I was positive that corpses has risen from the dead and turned on the light in their little house. Turns out it was just our porch light, which my dad had switched on when he saw me staring out into the darkness, reflecting off the stained glass.
I used to think that the knotholes on my wood-panel ceiling would fall off. I guess I thought they would attack me or something, because I remember being extremely scared of them.
i think i was around 3 years old and still sleeping in my crib when i threw up in my sleep one night. when i woke up, i thought my vomit was actually a lava monster trying to eat me. so i screamed and cowered to the edge of the crib and watched in terror as the vomit seeped onto my favorite pillow. finally my dad came in and rescued me, but i never abandoned the belief that there was a lava monster living in our house.
i used to think dinsaurs still existed and they would hide behind trees and would come out at night when i was asleep and everyone knew about it and just lied to me. i almost never went outside as a child because of this.
I used to believe a man that looked like Charlie Chaplin lived in my mirror and wanted to scare me.
My grandmother lived in an apartment building after she split from my Papa when I was little. The building had one of those buildings where the people who lived there could drop off trash and recycling and stuff and I always was afraid to walk or drive by it (it was sort of in the middle of the back row of the parking lot). I always thought that a dragon lived in it and ate everything that went in so I never wanted my Grandma or my parents to go in there. I used to have dreams about it every six months
I thought that I was destined to become the phantom of the opera after seeing the movie. I was horrified at his scary face so i prayed so I wasint the phantom and, you know what? It worked!
I used to make giant circles of dead grass with my friends. We spent hourss collecting grass and leaves and things to make them in the playground. We always thought a bird would land in them but then one of my friends started believing she could turn into a dragon and kept "Nesting" in it. So whenever someone kicked it, she got really angry and said "Hey thats my nest you're kicking!".
I only realised how silly this was when i started going to secondary school.
When I was about 6 I was told that there was a man who lived in the small wood (a spinney) at the end of our road. We called him 'Mr Spinney' and as my sister and I often saw smoke coming from the wood we believed he cooked and ate small children. I had to walk past it to go to school and was totally terrified that one day 'Mr Spinney' would grab me and put me on his BBQ. The friend who told me this story denies all knowledge...
When I was little I believed that monsters came out of the toilet every time you flushed it. I would wash my hands before I flushed, flush and then run and jump on my bed until I heard the water stop running before it was safe to touch the ground again.
I use to think everyone were monsters, and when arent in my presents would turn ugly. but turn back as soon as I look at them.