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When i was about 7 my freind told me this story about this monster who would go under chairs,fridgerators,and anything else you could go under so i was scared to sit on chairs and get near anything that had under neaith areas so one day i sat on a chair with my feet up and then i said to my self "Nothing i think ill put my feet down now" when i put my feet down my cat runs underneath the chair runbing my leg i scream and fthrow the chair back and say "Oh no my legs are gonna get eaten" My mom ran in and yelled at me and then i toled her the sotry she laughed and said "That was a story" But i wasnt convinced till i was 9 i though when i threw the cahir back it had to move with it... hehe
When I was 5 i used to believe that a monster lived in the staircase in our home. I called the Skeleton, because he was shaped like a skeleton. For a long time, i was afraid to climb the staircase at night. I used to run quick so the skeleton wouldn't get me, because then he caught me he would take me and emprison me in the attic.
During W W II we kids played out in the street until 8.30pm. Even on the dark winter nights.
When it was time to come in, mother would walk to the front gate and shout. If we were reluctant to go into the house, mum would shout "hurry up, the nine o'clock horses will get you". The mental image of a herd of giant horses gnashing and crashing down the street was enough to get every kid running for their lives into the safety of their beds!
When I was about 4, my brother told me that each time you went to bed, monsters like werewolves, and vampires, would come into your bedroom, and if you had been a bad boy during the day, they would feast on you and make you one of them. What made this worse was that we had a shandalere in the hall way and my parents used to leave it on before i went to bed, so it made all these weird shadows that looked slightly like monsters shadows. So it would take me ages to start feeling sleepy because i was so frightened. I used to put all these things on my bedside table that i thought would protect me. Like a tourch, a wotch, a small cross, a back up tourch, a wotch that i thought was silver (but later i found out was just stain less steel) to defend myself from the werewolves, and some wooden tooth pics to protcet myself from the vampires (i couldnt get wooden stakes, but i tried askin my parents). I would stay up really late, and then my parents would go to bed and swithc the hall light off. At this point I was on the verge of falling asleep, but I could always just about manage to stay awake. I then would turn on the tourch and wait for amonster to come in. Hoping thta I would survive until the next night. I got threw so many batteries, and this made my Dad angry. And i could never understand why my family never looked scared when they went to bed....
when i was little, i used to believe vamires had straws in their teeth and they drank blood through the straws...
i used to think there was some kind of monster under my bed so at night i would check before going to sleep and also check in the morning and jump away.
im not sure how old i was.
I don't know why but i thought that the evil things lived on the stairs.I would always open the door and reach my hand around to turn the light on without looking because that made them go away.I still reach round the door first from habit.
MY MOTHER, TO GET US KIDS TO COME IN WHEN THE SUN WENT DOWN INSTRUCTED US ON THE COACHWHIP SHAKE. IF YOU WERE OUT AFTER DARK THE COACHWHIP SNAKE WOULD GRAB ITS OWN TAIL, ROLL ITSELF INTO A ROUND HOOP, CHASE YOU DOWN. THEN UNCOIL AND WHIP YOU TO DEATH.
When I was young my father told me that giants live in fir trees. It scared the living daylights out of me and I would drag my mum back and forth across roads to avoid them. To this day I still look at them sideways.
I used to think that when all the kids in the world had gone to bed, nasty versions of the BFG would walk around checking that everyone was asleep otherwise they would get eaten. So I used to lie as still as possible at night with my head under the covers making tiny little snoring noises to fool them... it always worked!!
I use to think that mummies were wrapped in toilet paper.
I used to believe the boogeyman lived in my nose
When i was about 10 my friend Lara told me that every Halloween all evil spirits came up from the ground and walked around trying to kill people! I found out it wasnt true when i freaked out the day before Halloween and ran around the house screaming!!
when i was a child i watched an episode of docter who (everyone must know that programme) but cos i was young and gullible i beleived the thing in it was real it was about this little green worm thing tht crawled in thru any hole in your body and at the time i was already scared of vampires and zombies which caused me to cover my neck but finding out about this evil creature i would totally cover my head and would wake up and peek through my covers to make sure the coast was clear and that i wouldnt get eaten (kids are so gullible lol)
When i was 7 i wanted to go play out side in the dark, my sister told me can not go out at night because the powerrangers dance and will eat you if they see you. I was scared of the night all threw elementary.
When I was little I used to believe that there were these little things that lived out side of my window, and that they would eat these things...
arms-rack of ribs
and your nose as desert...I used to practically sufficate my self sleeping under the covers
When I was little I used to believe that when you would turn off the lights in a room, these big hairy monsters would come so I would step out of my room, with my hand in the room on the light switch, turn it off and dart down the hallway!
When i was really young, I fell in love with the Michael Jacksons "Thriller" video. The part where he is a zombie or whatever, he opens his eyes real wide, and there after I thought that if I opened my eyes real wide I too would turn into a zombie....
This one isn't about me, it's about my brother. When he was about 8 or 9 his mom told him that if he didn't sleep with his hands and feet under the covers (he had a bad habit of throwing off the covers) they would be eaten by the boogy man.
I used to believe that Dracula lived in the clock tower downtown. Why? Because my dad told me, and naturally, I knew my dad would never lie to me. There was a little blinking red light up on the tower so that plans wouldn't fly into it. My Dad said that those were Dracula's red eyes. And I thought he was winking at me. So everytime we walked past there at night I got all freaked out because I thought Dracula was telling me I was was next. *wink wink*