monsters

When I was about six or seven, Nana used to tell me about "Rawhead Bloodybones". He would break into the houses of children who weren't asleep, cut their heads off and then walk back down the street.

Jessica Tinch

When i was five i saw Gremlins and from that day on i thought that the noel moving dolls were out to get me. Then when furbies came out i was terrified of them because i thought that they were gremlins.

Jenn G.

I used to believe that the boogeyman was the giant pitcher of red "Kool Aid." Sometimes he was yellow, but usually he was the red one, except the face was meaner.

NA

When I was a kid my dad told us that there were Gollywoggles (some kind of sea creature) in the lake. I remember my dad told my brother and I to stay away from the water as he saw a gollywoggle. My older brother freaked out and ran right over top of me and left me for the gollywoggles.
I believed in these until I was about 9.

Alicia

When I was in 1st grade I hated cleaning up the usual mess on the floor at the end of the day so I often thought to myself that it wasn't our fault. Mean "Pigs" lived in the cealing and threw trash and paper scraps on the floor during the day.

Rose

When I was about 5-8, I used to believe that there was a toe-eating toad/frog under the sheets and covers of my bed...I really thought that if I stretched my legs out at night and fell asleep like that, the frog would eat my toes off! So I slept curled up as much as possible...but I'd wake in the middle of the night all sprawled out and freak out searching for my toes! Such a weird child....

Megan

In third grade, we watched an Aurther video and Aurther gets this book from the library about a haunted hand. It would float around at night and haunt the mansion.

After watching that, I was permanently scarred. I would hide under my covers for 3 YEARS afraid that if the green hand would see me, it would strangle me to death. One day I just got over it, but when I think about it it sometimes gives me the creepies.

Emily

When I was 10 my friend told me that a girl in her neighborhood was a werecat and that she turned into a cat while they were swimming one night and got cat hair in the pool. I truly believed this story since I was(and still am) very interested in werewolves and werecats. Then when I met this girl, I noticed some things that confirmed my belief that she was a werecat like she was wearing cat ears and, this is the freaky part, she looked exactly like the girl on the cover of the R.L. Stine book "Night of the Werecat"!
I believed that she was a werecat for a few months until I got the courage to ask her.

What's new pussycat?

This summer I took classes at a college and my friend convinced everyone I was a werewolf and they actually believed her!(we were 13 at the time) She used my thick eyebrows, long nails, and thick brown hair as her "evidence".
After that, people found other "evidence"- like my gapped, pointy teeth and my arm hair.
Since they didn't beleive me when I denied it I had to play along.
I'm curious about what will happen during the school year.

WolfyGirl

I used to believe that count dracula would come and kill me so i hid under the covers

Anon

I use to believe there was a witch in the bedroom closet.

Funny thing, the witch never seemed to frighten me during the day. During the day she was forgotten.

One day the alarm clock went off at 7 pm instead of 7 am. My mother asked me to go into the bedroom and turn it off.

I can't I told her. She got annoyed. "Why can't you," she said. I didn't want to tell ber. I knew she'd think I was silly. But, still I wouldn't go into the bedroom. I didn't really believe there was a witch in the closet. But. . . . .what if there was a witch in the closet. I just couldn't take the chance.

Finally, after a substantial amount of brow beating I told my mother why I couldn't go into the bedroom. I told her about the witch that might be in the closet.

She told me there wasn't a witch in the closet. I told her I knew there wasn't a witch in the closet, but what if there was a witch in the close?

She gave up and went into the bedroom herself.

Anon

I used to hallucinate when I was very young, and one night, I must have been about three, I saw a crocodile at the foot of my bed and his mouth was open so that if he closed his teeth together my legs would have been bitten off. Of course, I went to get my dad..who assured me it was never there in the first place. I slept in a ball from then on, and to this day, I simply cannot bring myself to stretch my legs to the end of my bed. I never have. Ever. Pathetic, I know.

Edie

When I was little our house was full of monsters that would strangle me until my eyes popped out (and I had a very vivid picture of how this would look) if they ever caught me. Luckily they were not the nocturnal kind of monsters. So going to the bathroom at night wasn’t too scary as long as I was VERY QUIET. These particular monsters were also sorta blind and easily confused, but flushing the toilet would wake them up for sure. I just had to turn off the bathroom light and be back in bed by the time the toilet tank was done filling. (The plumbing was loud and the noise would create a diversion.) I didn't even have to run really. But just to be safe I would camouflage myself in bed by sleeping with my head UNDER the pillow. Stupid monsters.

Tallie Rae

When i was little and my parents would watch scary movies, i was always afraid that they would come out of the TV and drag me back into the movie with them. So i would hide under the covers and try to lay really flat, so they couldn't see me. Of course now, I know this is not true, but I still fall asleep under the covers out of habit.

Patrik

The world was full of unexplained perils. There was a blue cow that lived behind the glass shower door. Dad said so. Cedric and Jessica were the invisible ghosts who opened and closed the back door on a windy day. They were good ghosts, but mischievous. The worst, however, were the nightmares. I remember waking up screaming (and my parents remember it too) after dreaming about the Bull-dort, a horrible giant warthog with killer tusks. He rapaged throught the dark forests of my mind.

kariana

When I was very little, I used to go and sleep in my mom and dad's room with them all the time. My dad finally got sick of me sleeping with them every night so he told me that some little monsters had moved into my room and lived under my bed, and if I put my foot down on the floor at night they would cut off my big toe and eat it with some ketchup. I believed him until one night my brother had to sleep with me, because my aunt and uncle were sleeping in his room. I forgot to tell him about the monsters, and about screamed when I saw him get out of bed to go to the bathroom.

Anon

That all the fluff that came out of the vacuum when my mom emptied it was giant's bellybutton fluff. I was always on the lookout for the giant.

Anon

Since I could remember, I had lived in one room, sharing it with my sister. But one summer, we put an addition on our house - two rooms, one for my sister, and one for me.
Therefore, we had to go out and buy beds. My mother found a cheap one, used, that just happened to be about four feet high.
My bed was nestled into a corner of my room and left a hefty crack between my bed and the wall. That freaked me out. I couldn't stop imagining a pair of long, green fingers crawling out and grabbing me in the middle of the night.
So I spent many a night, huddled up against the opposite side of my bed - not even daring to look at the crevace and would often end up in the morning with a bloody nose on the floor, smothered against my doll, one foot stretching one hundred degrees upward caught on my blanket (I think this position contributed to my flexibility in my yoga classes) and often enough a pool of druel against my cheek.

I'm Over It Now

When I was five or six, I used to think there was a monster under our computer desk- I never played any computer games until I was seven!

Lisa