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I think it must have started when I would wake up after having a bad dream, and my heart would be beating so hard that I could hear it pounding in my ears. I remember laying in bed in terror because I thought my heartbeat was a giants footsteps, running down the street outside, coming to my house. I was too afraid to look out the window, and of course that just made my heart beat louder and stronger, the giant was getting closer!!! I believed in giants for awhile there, and it happened more than once.
I used to think that my best protection against monsters in the night was to pull my blanket over my head. Now, I'm seventeen and it still doesn't feel right if the blanket isn't on my head
My whole childhood, all the way up until I was probably about eight or nine, every night when I would be lying in my bed trying to fall asleep, if I was laying on my side and the side of my face on my pillow, like if my ear was facedown on the pillow, and I could hear my heart beating...well, I didn't know that it was my heart beating, I thought it was the sound of this army of monsters marching to come and take me and my family away and hurt us and the only way to prevent them from coming was to not lay on my ear like that, so basically, it would be prevented if I couldn't hear them marching.
when i was little my older brother told me he turned into a werewolf on the full moons. i would look at the calendar and on every full moon i would sleep with a butcher knife under my bed..hahaha
i used to be terrified of the sandman because i thought he was this really creepy statue my mom had. im so glad she got rid of that thing.
When I was young I used to believe that the ticking of my clock would draw Captain Hook to my room, where he would assault me with his hook.
Another Captain Hook story: when I was at Disneyland as a small child, I used to think that Captain Hook's sword was real, so when I met him, I tried to pull out his sword. Upon failing, I thought he was really mad at me.
During my first trip to Disneyland as we were waiting in line for the Small World ride, my uncle jokingly told me that there was a dragon at the end of the ride that ate the kids in boat #5. When it was our time to board I was under the impression that we were in boat #5 (not sure if the boats were really numbered). I cried during the entire ride.
When I was little on my dad's farm I would get real scared when I heard a tractor coming. I thought that the tractors were all monsters that my dad and his hired hands were somehow controlling and that the Combine was their mother. When I heard them coming I would hide behind a tree and slowly scoot around the trunk so that as the tractor or combine passed me by, I would be on the opposite side of the tree as them. I also thought that I invented this little "tree-turn" technique.
I believed that our boiler room was a passage way between our world and the moster world. and at night the monsters would start marching from their world to our world, cause I could hear the boiler making noises..and I thought this was the sound of them marching. so every few hours, I'd get up and turn the bathroom light on, and that would scare them and they'd go running all the way back to monster world and have to start the long march again. So if I did that a few times throughout the night it'd mean they never got the chance to march all the way to our world....I finally stoped believing this when I was 9.
Like many children I used to think there was a monster that lived in the cupboard under the stairs! then when we moved house there was no longer a cupboard! so the monster in that house lived in my bed! every night before I got into bed, I checked underneath the covers for the monster, a spider monster!!
When i was little i used to watch my dad play resident evil (a video game) everyday, i used to just sit there staring at it. untill i saw this one part with this HUGE snake that you had to kill and i got really scared of it. that night when i fell asleep at the middle of the night i guess i would get delusional and i would see a bunch of those snakes slithering around the bedroom all over the bed and i would scream to the top of my lungs. after that it happend for about 2 more nights but then i stopped.
when iwas about 4 years old my dad read a book to me about a slug-type monster who eats off your toes if you hang your feet over the side of your bed.. well i completely beleived it until i was like 6 or 7.
i used to get sent to my room quite a lot for being bad.i used to not be able to open my bedroom door and i used to think that monsters would come and and take me away with them if the door was shut so i always cried and screamed and frantically tried opening my door just to be safe.how stupid?
When I was little, like four or five, I believed that people traveling the other way on the highway or freeway or any way opposite than us were trying to get away from a monster up ahead. So every time I saw a bunch of cars traveling very fast in the opposite direction I would cry and beg my mom to turn around too.
When I was little I hated scary movies and never would watch because I saw part of pet semitery and it made me believe for the longest time that there was dead people under my house and was gonna come to life and get me while i was sleeping
my sister used to believe that the boogey man was under her bed.....and always got dressed in the living room.....o and i used to believe that when i flushed the toilet the candy man would fly out...o and when i was little i was afraid that freddy kruger would stick his blades through my back.
When I was young I used to believe that zombies were real. And so, one Halloween when my older brother dressed as a zombie, I thought he had actually turned into one, and ran away from home for a good few days. My parents had to call the police and everything. I must have been about five? I don't think my brother ever got over the guilt of making me run away and get abducted! I think if I had been sexually abused it would have probably killed him, although being a zombie, it's unlikely he would have noticed! ial
I used to believe that whenever I woke up in the middle of the night, mummys would be standing around the bed, waiting for me to poke my head out from the sheets and wrap me up in toilet paper.
when i was about three or four. ihad a sunday school teacher that told me this. i used to belive that if you where up after dark that little devils came out of the road at night and tried to get you. my parents wondered what was wrong when i started screaming in the car on the way home after dark
When i was little i saw a show about a farm. At night the scarecrow, very well lit in front of the garage, would come to life and kill one guest at the farm. Well, my neighbor across the street has a very well-lit garage, and I used to close my eyes when i walked to the curtain to close it for fear that the scarecrow would kill me even though I wasn't a guest anywhere, and i was nowhere near a farm. I once bruised my arm on my dressor when i walked to the curtain.