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I was afraid to be alone in the house when it was dark. I believed that a human skeleton would appear out of nowhere and strangle me. (I thought the skeleton was the creepiest thing on earth) I had a skeleton costume for Halloween, and as long as I was wearing that, I was not afraid.
When I was little, I sincerely believed that my dresser turned into a monster at night. So I devised a fool-proof plan to keep the monster from getting me: I would put my toy Smurf on my head as I slept, and then the monster would think I'm a moose and it wouldn't eat me. Sure enough, it worked. The dresser monster just sat there staring at me all night, but never once tried to eat me.
To this day, I still sleep a little bit sounder if I put my Smurf on my head...
My brother and I used to sneak and watch Chiller Theater even though we weren't allowed to. After watching a few episodes back to back - The Mummy and Dracula.. I was so afraid when I went to bed that something was going to get me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I believed that I'd be safe from the vampire if I slept with a cross around my neck and I slept with my arms and legs all sprawled out so I couldn't I couldn't be mummified while I was sleeping!
I used to think that when people were talking about the "Abominal Snowman" (more correctly known as the Yeti), they were saying "Invulnerable Snowman".
The only way to get rid of the boogie monsters that lived in my closet was for my mom to get the broom and sweep them out of the closet, through the house, out the front door, and onto the sidewalk. All the while, she would need to yell, "Go away monsters!" or it wouldn't work.
When I was a child i believed that there was a monster under my bed and it i didnt get to my bed from the doorway in 6 steps it would jump out and eat me....i had a large room and my bed was on the other side, so on the 6th step i always had to jump. I eventually grew out of this but i always made it to my bed in 6 steps.
When I went to bed as a child I used to believe a little monster or somthing of some kind would come into my room and try doing somthing to me.
So I believed if I put my head under the bed covers, and made sure there were no gaps around me, they couldn't get in to get me.
When I was little I thought the boogy man's favorite color was pink and I hate that color, years later I found out that my sister told me that so I would stay out of her room.
Does anyone remember the Stephen King movie "Cat's Eye"? I must have been about 10 years old when it was broadcast on television; the cat-lover I am, I was compelled to watch it...
The horrid little troll in the final story was the subject of my nightmares for years. My room in the attic had cracked walls and I was ever afraid something evil would come out to steal my breath.
when I was 14, the movie was on TV again and I thought it would be good therapy to watch again. After all, I was older and knew the troll was fake. *bites lip* My nightmares came back scarier than ever.
Now, I am 27 years old... about three years ago I found Cat's Eye on dvd for a fair price and bought it. Never plucked up enough courage to watch it for a third time, though.
When I was in 3rd grade my friend told me that she had a stuffed dog that at night came to life. She said it was evil but she couldn't get rid of it because if she did it would try to kill her. She told me it would growl at her and try to bite her while she slept. When she had her birthday she asked me and a few other girls to sleep over. I didn't want to because I was scared that dog would bite me and then try to go home with me. She asked my mom if I could and my mom said yes. I faked a stomachache to stay home.
I remember when I was younger, I believed that monsters only lived in the rooms with carpet. I made the assumption that the monsters preferred carpet rather than wood floors either because carpets were more comfortable or because wood flooring was colder. I always tried to avoid the carpeted rooms as much as possible. But if I had to go onto the carpets, I'd run!
when the water went down thr drain from my bath i used to like putting my hand there to feel it going down my sister used to tell me that theres a dragon living in the pipes and if i kept putting my hand there he would bite it off
Ok when i was about 11 or 12 or maybe even 10 i used to sleep with the lights off in my room and then id have my door open and the lights in the hall on, i would always sleep so my back was facing the door and whenever i turned i was scared that Chuckie(yes the little red-headed doll) would be standing there with a knife, so i started sleeping facing towards the door
I think at night that if I hear a creepy noise and I pretend to be asleep, I turn invisible and monsters can't see me.
I sometimes think that when I go in the bathroom if a soap bottle is pointing at me, a monster will come that night when I'm sleeping and kill me.
I was very young when I had an obsession with Power Rangers. One day, I watched the movie. The following night, I lay awake in the belief that The Ooze was going to come underneath the crack under the door (I always had my door closed) and kill me.
It was right after I had watched Jurassic Park. I was a little kid back then and it terrified me... Even though I had a great love of Dinosaurs. When I was in bed at night and I heard a noise outside my room, I swore that a Velociraptor was coming up the stairs to eat me. Because they could obviously open doors in that movie. =D
When I was young I watched a movie about a mummy that (of course) came to life and attacked people. There was a scene where some innocent was passing a doorway and the mummy surprised the passerby and attacked. I was a very big kid when I finally overcame the fear of being attacked by a mummy everytime I passed a darkened room.
I used to believe that if I said out loud that I love all bugs animals and monsters that they wouldent come get me. It was a long dark walk home from grandmas house and I was sure the bugs animals and monsters were waiting to get me in the dark
For some reason, whenever I was in a room without an adult, I always used to think there were some sort of monsters in there.
Any time my mom would ask me to go downstairs to help her out with something and the lights were off, I would run down the stairs, do whatever it was she asked me to do, then run back up the stairs ten times quicker.
I believed that whatever was down there was going to prevent me from running up the stairs and would suck me back down.