make-believe: monsters

When I was younger, my family was staying at my aunt's house for a coupl weeks, and my cousin who is three years older than us got tired of us [my brother and I] complaining about the 'Boogeyman', so she took ketchup and mustard, squirted it all over a vent, topped it off with a ketchup covered butter knife, and exclaimed, "You guys, look! I killed the Boogeyman!". We were so grateful that we jumped on her and hugged her and almost started crying with happiness, hah. Plus, we could finally sleep well the rest of our stay. We actually didn't find out for a quite a few years that it was just condiments, heh!

Being extremely shielded as a kid, I was never allowed to watch Power Rangers. However, that didn’t stop a buttload of Power Ranger commercials from warping my seven-year-old brain. For fun, I convinced myself that if I remained in a dark room for more than ten seconds, the creepy witch villain from the Power Rangers would manifest herself and kill me in some fantastic way. What started as a game eventually became a debilitating fear, to the point that I regressed to sleeping with the light on. I think I just sort of forget about it one day and was cured for good.

I came up with the conspriacy at a young school age that grown ups had a hidden reason for us going to school. I wasnt allowed too many days off from, school, i thought that there was a big secret kids couldnt no. I believed that it was down to one of two reasons.
1)All grown ups were secret aliens
2)All grown ups walk around naked when kids arent about.
Never did trust my parents fully after that.

When I was little I found a rock up in the mountains with a hole in it that had another piece of rock that fit right over the hole. I was sure a troll lived in the tiny rock, so i brought it home with me. About a month later I lost a remote, socks, and other small things that I lose all the time, and was convinced the troll stole them all!

I used to believe that the devil lived behind my bedroom curtains.Every night in my dreams he would throw my covers off and lift me in the air.I got so sick of being scared I told him to **** *** one night and he never came back.I am sure freud would have had a field day....

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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....

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.

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.

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.

When I was very little, my bedroom was directly across the hall from my parents room. If I ever got scared in the middle of the night, and would have to crawl into bed with my parents, I'd stand at the doorway of my room forever, trying to get up the courage to run across the hall to their door, a mere three feet away.

Cause of fear? The furniture in the living room at the end of the hall. I was always terrified the chairs and couch would see me run across the hall, and somehow manage to get to me before I got to the door of my parents room. I always had to look down the hallway to make sure they weren't close enough to make it.

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.

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.