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I used to believe that monsters come out at midnight and until today I'm more of a morning person
When I was small, my parents were watching a movie. I was not yet tired and wanted to watch too. When I asked what the movie was about, my mom told me it was about a monster that eats your feet.
From that night on I was afraid to stand next to my bed in the dark, because I thought the monster would come from underneath it and eat my feet.
When I was turning 9 I saw this movie called boogie man and it was about this thing with sharp nails that lives under your bed and takes everything thats under it! So I started to believe that it was real so from then on i started to hardly go in my room when I was getting ready for bed and i NEVER put my hand or leg under the bed again.
Until I was 12, i lived in a townhouse. When i went to sleep and put my ear to the pillow, i heard voices.Until i was 10 I thought that thieves, criminals, and monsters were having meeting in my house while we were asleep! It turns out that i was hearing the voices of the people in the opposite house, louder because the bed was aginst the wall we shared with them.
I never had a basement, but for a few years while I was in grade school, I lived in this old house with an attic. I used to believe there was a mystical dragon living up there, and that if I could steal a necklace it protected it would grant me seven wishes. But I was always too afraid of it, and at night the house would creak and groan, and I'd think the dragon was eating the last person who tried to steal the necklace.
the poopy man. he would pick your poop up when you flush
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.