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Back when I was a little guy, around 5 or 6, I was dead afraid of monsters and whatnot. I had about 50 stuffed animals, I stuffed them into my bed believing that monsters didn't like to eat fat kids. Now that I think about I laugh.
When I was very young(about 6) I used to sneek out my window and play in the fields behind my house. To stop me my mother pointed to the wind blowing through the trees and told that was "The Wind Monster" I never snuck out again.
When I was about 4, I would always make a wall of pillows around my bed leaning against the bed frame to protect myself from monsters. I had one pillow with my name stitched in it which I had to throw off my bed before I went to sleep because it acted as a labeling sign like the ones at grocery stores. If I didn't take it off, I was sure the monsters would eat me.
For many years, I was scared to be upstairs in the dark because two murderers named Vinnie and Jack lived on the upstairs floor and were invisible except for when it was dark and I was upstairs. I thought everybody was out to get me back then...
i used to belive thatif u go to sleep wearing ur pj's that the p.j monster would come and cut up all your p.j's. so i allways used to wear nighties or shorts and t-shirts.
the katunga was a monster who lurked in the garden, and if you didn't eat all your dinner its eyes would go red with anger and come to eat you. Parents can be evil.
when I was about 4 or 5, I saw a cartoon which involved lots of zombies lurching around dressed in rags, + some vampires looking very smart. I assumed that the zombies lived in the graves that said 'RIP', (because their clothes were ripped) + the vampires lived in the others.
I used to believe that when when you drew something so ugly its scary, and when you rip it up and throw it away, I thought it would haunt you.
When I was younger I used to believe that if you hid under the sheets you were same from the monsters, they couldn't get you!
when i was younger, i used to believe anything my sister said so one day she said the candyman was real and she dressed like candyman and jumped round the corner and scared me, i had nightmares for a week
When I was a young police officer, children would often ask me about my adventures. I would take out a special clip of bullets that I painted silver and told them it was for werewolves. I had this story about how I had shot and injured a werewolf who was later captured and was kept under lock and key at a dog kennel. The story was so convincing. They hung on my every word. I am retired now, but I wonder how long that story was believed.
My cousin told me that if she played this certain song on the piano, the boogeyman would come and get me. I was always terrified whenever she played the song.
When I was little I used to believe that if I didn't cover up my ears then someone would come along and steal them so I wore earmuffs to bed for years.My Parents treied to convince me that people don't steal ears but I didn't believe them.
When I was younger not a lot scared me, but at night when I was trying to sleep, and I could hear my heart beating, I was convinced that the two bad guys from Home Alone were coming to get me. I also had an irrational fear of Mr. Bean and had recurring nightmares that he would drag me out of my bed and poke me in the eyes till I went blind.
i used to believe that you could make up rules like monsters cant get me if i have a living creature with in 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 miles of me
i used to believe there was a boogieman in my grandfathers basment wenever i went down i would be so scared and run up right away
When we were much younger, my sister used to believe that there was a monster living on the stairs and it's plan was to grab her ass and pull her into his evil pit so she used to run, full speed, up the stairs, firmly holding onto her ass, yelling "HOLD YOUR BUM!"...
Everytime for about three years. I must admit, for a while I did take her advice...
When I was really young my brother was really into Goosebumps books. I would always look at the covers and the only one that creeped me out was the one with the dummy used but a vantrillaquist. I never wanted to be alone, thinking it was right behind me getting ready to scare the death out of me, so i would always turn around just to be safe.
When I was young, I had a room that was high off the ground, and the window ledge was about ten feet from the ground. I used to think that skeletons were hanging by their finger tips outside the window and as soon as I fell asleep they would climb in to take my skin. I always used to open the window before bed and then throw things at the bottom of it to try and hit their fingers to break their grip. I don't know what started this, but it persisted until I was nine.
As a child I caught a glimpse of a Hammer Horror film as I was going to bed, a scene where Dracula latched himself to some maiden's neck.
For years after that I could only sleep if the covers covered my neck.