make-believe: monsters

I always believed (why, I haven't a clue) that Dracula, Frankenstine, Werewolf, and all the other monsters were locked up on Alcatraz, and they would eventually break out. Since we lived in the Bay Area, we occasionally went over the Bay Bridge. I just *knew* they were going to break out as we were crossing it! I would get down on the floor of the backseat, and pull my sweater, or whatever over me to try to hide....this belief I held till pre-teen years! lol

I used to believe…

'twas the night before christmas and my horrible sister and i were sharing a bedroom at the time. i was about five or six. we were lying awake, really excited about the next morning when i heard my father doing his woodwork in the garage. i said, "i wonder what he's making." my sister, being the older and wiser and obviously benevolent one replied that she knew exactly what he was making. that it was a christmas present for me. when pressed for more details she told me it was a huge wooden reindeer that would sit in the corner of my room and stare at me with red glowing eyes. i think i was the last one down the stairs the next morning.

All my life, I have had very bizarre dreams. As a little girl and still in my cot, I remember one dream I had about a small hole by the door of the small room I slept in when my brothers lived with us. It was a very realistic dream and I thought that there really was a tiny Yorkshire terrier in there that came out and the dream just felt scary despite that I loved and cared for dogs a lot. I had another dream whereby I was outside my cot and a pack of odd and somewhat ghostly dogs emerged from the hole led by what I now recognise as a weimaraner. I believed that if I stared at it for long enough, one of the dogs would come out and bark at me again. Linked to this, I also had dreams that weren’t nightmares but made me nervous about these bizarre things without faces that were like bullet shaped moons. They sometimes spoke and the only distinction with any of them was that the females always wore spotty pinners. We had these concrete things that are still there by our local fish and chip shop and they looked kinda like them and had chains on them. I used to be afraid that they would come to life at night and thought maybe they were the same things that I saw in my sleep. They never chased me or anything in my dreams but I found them freaky and was a nervous child anyway. I also had a belief that had I not slept under the covers, a purple, anthromorphic wolf in striped pyjamas would get me. I dreamed that he/it did come to check on me once and I always felt safe under the duvet. Even though I’ve no fears now, I always sleep out of habit pretty much under the covers.

I used to think that this one dark corner in our house was inhabited by monsters. Everytime I had to go near it, I sang a happy tune thinking that the monsters would stay away because they didn't like music.

When I was little we had stairs which you could see through and my bedroom was opposite them. For years I believed that if I didn't fall to sleep quickly that a wolf (like in the three pigs) would come up the stairs ( carrying a butchers knife)to eat me!

When I was five my big brother told me that a big fire ball came round every year. It rolled around the streets sucking people in and killing them. I believed him and was totally terrified. I'm 23 now and he still laughs about it today.

There was a big window over my parents bed. I used think that a giant would walk through the streets every night peer into people's windows to look at sleeping children. Whenever I slept in my parents bed I would hide way down in the covers so that the giant wouldn't see me.
I would picture him looking in the window and saying to himself, "Nope, no sleeping children here."

one night i heard a monster growl. i screamed and my mom came running in with an aerosol can and claimed to capture them inside somehow. i imagined them all sitting in this cylindrical cell. i still believe in monsters, but not in spray-cans.

I believed zombies were everywhere and they came out at night to get you...making that horrible moaning sound and dragging one leg. I chose the bedroom furthest away from the top of the stairs so I would be the last to be eaten and therefore, have a chance to escape as the zombies came to get us.

When you are riding an escalator, look carefully when you're at the very bottom and there is a flash of greenish light.

I used to believe that magic alligators lived under the escalator. They kept it going around, and were basically friendly creatures, unless you failed to jump as you got off the escalator. Then, they might come up out of there and bite your feet.

I tell my 3 year old kid now that there's alligators under there. He says hi to them every time.

when i was young, my mother and my much older sisters would tell me that if i played with my shadow against the wall, that while i was sleeping at night, the shadow would come alive and wreak havoc in the house. for many years, i was scared to even look at my shadow. many of the young children in my family believed this.

when i was really small, like 4 or so, i used to believe that if you got too close to a white wall at night, the hamburger helper hand could reach out and grab at you and hold you hostage against the wall, because the walls are white, and so is the hand, so the hand can camoflauge itself against the wall. i was very scared for a long time because all the rooms in any of the houses i lived in were all white.

When I was little ny grandpa kept his boat in the Garage, and we would always want to climb in it. So to keep us out he told us there was a mean ugly troll in side the attic.( which happened to be right above where the boat was parked.)I belived it for a while, but he kept telling us he was true as a joke.

When I was little, my mom and dad's door (which you could see if you looked out my bedroom door) had some strangley shaped dark spots on them that were naturally in the wood. Well, every night when I was trying to sleep I would see the dark spots which to me and my sister looked like little dark spots.

When I was a little girl, I used to believe
that the sound of the pulse in my ear was caused by a little man climbing up my pillow to get me. Sometimes that sound still catches me off gaurd just before dozing off.

The gurgling of water in the s-pipe under the bathroom sink was a monster. It needed to be fed bits of lollipop on a regular basis. If it was not fed then Santa Clause would know. Then I would not receive any presents. I was 6 1/2 when I thought this. The monster is probably quite hungry now as it hasn't been fed in over 20 years.

I heard our renter scream when she came into her room and saw a big, dark shadow on her ceiling. I thought it was the boogie man coming to get us. So I never went back to that room again! (I later was told it was a leak)