monsters

I always used to watch scary movies as a kid. Of course when it was time to go to sleep i would be scared. I always figured as long as no body part was off the bed and as long as i was covered by the blanket i couldnt be hurt by the monster. They only part that would be out was my nose to breath, but i always thought something was going to cut my nose off!

Becca

i used to believe that on halloween the pumpkins will fly and come get you and kill you

tisha

One time me and my family went to Red Lobster, but I thought they were saying Red Monster. I asked if that's what it was and my dad said "Yes, and those are the monsters in the aquarium." He regretted saying that once I started freaking out

Jake

I Used to Believe Faulkner Was a Monster

When I was a kid, we used to go to my maternal grandmother’s house for Christmas and Easter. I had one Christian and (still have) one Jewish grandma, so we divided up the holidays. Somehow Thanksgiving became a Jewish holiday, but that’s another story. Anyway, my sister and I always stayed in a room that used to belong to two of my aunts when they were kids. At the head of each bed is a kind of long alcove-shelf in the wall, lined with books from when the aunts were in high school and college. The most prominent book on my shelf, because of the design of the spine (“Design of the Spine” sounds like a terrible mystery novel doesn’t it?) was a paperback Faulkner anthology. It was pea green, with FAULKNER written in what looked like salmon-colored streaks of blood. In fact the font was almost identical to that of Helter Skelter, the book about the Manson Family that grandma had in the den.

As a kid, I assumed that FAULKNER was a monster, like FRANKENSTEIN(‘s monster) or DRACULA. Sometimes, before going to sleep, I had to turn the FAULKNER book around backwards, so the scary name faced the wall.

Ironically, I fanatically love Faulkner now. He’s definitely not warm and cuddly, but he won’t come after you with an axe, either.

Jason Gots, Brooklyn

I used to believe that certain nightlights could protect me from monsters in the night. It had to look like crystal and it had to have no bulb like normal nightlights. It had to plug directly into the socket.

Cat

When I was a kid I thought the dementors from Harry Potter came into my room at exactly midnight every night. If I wasn't asleep by then with my covers covering my ears and nose, they'd suck up my soul. Don't ask me where that one came from...

Anon

wen i was about 4 and my sister sophie was 6 we used 2 believe heavily in the boogeyman.
It used to be under our bed, in the pantry, and most especially out side in the bush.
So every time we went on the trampoline my sister would guard it with my dads golf club and vice versa.
i still believed this until my neighbours troy n brady came over and we camped the night in the bush.

haha we all had golf clubs :])

haz tha spaz (#[!]#)

I used to be deathly afraid of monsters. I even had a plan for every possible situation if a monster happened to get in my room at night. I shared a room with my sister and my sister slept on the bottom bunk and I slept on the top bunk. I believed that any monster would eat her first and would be too lazy to get me. Even if they weren't feeling lazy I would get a headstart running while they were eating my sister. If I was sleeping alone I would tuck the sheets over my head and around my body, until I was practically suffocating.

Katherine

Ever since I can remember, up until around age 12 or so, I would go into my room at night, put on my PJ's, get into bed, reach over and turn the light off and then REALLY QUICKLY put my whole body under the covers. I'd lay there for hours just making sure no body parts were "exposed" for the two terrible monsters at the foot of the bed, just waiting for a chance to get me. Somehow that blanket saved me...lol. Even wierder was that, if I ever accidentally exposed my foot or arm or anything, or came up for air after nearly suffocating, I'd always say "oh, it's ok, they went to McDonald's." LMAO! Why McDonald's, I don't know.

Mel

i believed a red one eyed monster would get me if i did not go to bed by ten. If I was awake still my mother would point out of the window and sure enough there would be the glowing red eye of the monster winding its way along the country road . Ahhhhhrg. I was never up after ten......
when I grew up....my mum confessed it was our drunk neighbour driving his car home after his regular visit to the local public house, the car had no functioning lights except one tail light, old red eyes..........

susan

WHEN I WAS A CHILD I USED TO THINK THAT IFI WAS A BAD A GIRL THE SANDMAN WOULD CAME FOR ME AND TAKE ME WITH THE OTHER BAD BOYS AND I WOULDN'T EAT CANDIES

COLOMBA

when i was about six years old i thought a saw a "red eyed monster" behind the fridge. my mom had to move the fridge to prove to me that nothing was there.

Anon

I used to belive that at night a huge black pantha climbed through everones winow to check they were asleep. If they were asleep it would leave a slice of cake! If you wernt then bad things happened. I don't quite know how i came up with this notion as i have no older siblings who could have told me! Whenever branches tapped against the window i was convinced it was coming and I had to pretend to be asleep! Still, despite the lack of cakes the next day I belived this for several years!

Anon

I used to believe that there were alligators in my bedroom carpet, that would attack me if I let any part of my body hang over the side of the bed. Only when the light was on, or mum or dad were in the room, would the alligators not attack me. Blame my older brother for this belief!

Ann

When I was little, I believed that the 'koo-ko' (spanish boogeyman) was outside in the dark or in the spareroom of my house and even now as an adult I get more than a little anxious waiting for my dogs to pee or going upstairs to look for something.

Sam

when i was little my grandparents had this old storage shed with a small hole in the side. my cousin braught me over to the shed and told me that there was a monster inside. when i wasn't looking he poured bubble salution on his hands. he stuck his hand in the the hole and pulled it out and screamed '' monster slobber! '' . i ran across the yard screaming.

wacko zacho

I used to crawl under my bed because I believed it was the only safe place to hide from Indians. I thought they would raid our house and kill my family, while riding horses in my bedroom. I think this logic was provoked by the movie "The Indian in the Cupboard".


Years later I found out I was part Native American... :\

Miss Kristine

when i was at my grandpas ( i was about 5) i saw a furry gray thing twitching in the window.'' grandpa there's a monster in the window!'' i screamed. '' thats a squirells tail'' he said.

wacko zacho