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When i was 5 or 6 i used to belive that there was a monster hiding in my sisters cupboard waiting for me to fall asleep so it could take me away to it's dungeon!!!!!!
when i was about 6, my mum used to tuck me into bed at night, and sometimes, she would put on the scary Count Dracula voice and say "i've come to suck your blood! ha ha ha" which i would think was SO funny at the time, but when she left and turned the light off, i was certain that the REAL Dracula was in my room or somewhere in the house, so i wouldn't sleep with my neck exposed, just in case he sucked my blood in my sleep. because a doona would protect me from Dracula.....
When I couldn't sleep at night I would lie awake and listen to the house settling. outside my bedroom I could hear creaking and I believed it was The Knight who would patrol the landing keeping a watch throughout the night. and if I was to go out there I knew he would get me and snatch me away, never to be seen again.
i used to believe that the world was a big dollhouse. and each giant in another world, had a doll to take care of in the dollhouse. i was always afraid of what 'my' giant would do with me.
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When I was little I used dread the snow becausei used to believe in the Abominable Snowman----not the yeti----no, I believed it was actually a snowman that came to life when no-one was looking and crawl through your bedroom window at night and take you away. I think it was my older brother who put me up to this one--yeah come to think of it he was the same person who made me believe that Cystal Palace played their home games at Buckingham Palace.
i believed that every tiem i went down downstairs at night, that a big scary clown came from behind me :( and chased me down. i never looked back to see it. oh, and another time i thought i saw a ghost with a golf club. but it was a dressing gown :(
due to my mams friends son letting me watch this video i used to believe there was a monster that would sneak into your bedroom at night and eat your toes. So i used to curl my toes upi so he would think he had already eaten them and go away.
i used to believe everynight monster or ghost would came to see me, if i have not fall asleep, they would kill me.
Up till I was 10, I used to think that the shadow of the tree next to my bedroom window, at night, was a big bat watching me. I always tried to look in the daylight for it's hideout. Needless to say I never found it.
To stop me disappearing into a field on the way to school my Mum told me once that there was an evil man living there who boiled up little girls and ate them for his tea. For years I was always wary of that area and still feel a bit queasy about walking that field!
My dad used to say to me that if I misbehaved, the 'Man with the Hair on his Teeth' would get me.
When I was six years old, I persuaded my best friend that if you looked at the full moon (this was a night with said moon) a door would open to another world and you'd end up in a world full of monsters.
He ran home, terrified, with his face pointed firmly at the ground and believed it for years. I have no idea why I said this.
My 3-yr-old brother's friend once told him that the "king alligator" lived in people's walls. There was a little hole in the bathroom wall made from the doorknob (it was near the toilet). So one day we hear him screaming and crying while on the toilet. I ended up spending the next 239482734 of his bathroom trips sitting outside the bathroom door while he cried, telling him there was no such thing as the "king alligator" and that he didn't live in our bathroom wall.
When I was growing up, all four of us believed our old house haunted by various monsters. My brothers' solution was never to be in the dark, ever. But I, the big sister, was way smarter and more sophisticated. I knew the monsters followed me up the stairs to my room, but I also knew they could only attack me if they could see the whites of my eyes. My solution: Keep the hall, stairs and my room as dark as possible and never, ever, look back! Must have worked, I was never eaten by monsters.
I once believed that there was an owl living in the fireplace. I became so frightened of it that I refused to go into the room until my dad burned the bricks in the back of the fireplace so the "owl" (that he couldn't even see) was no longer there.
My cousin who is two years older than me, told me that if you wrapped yourself up in curtains and made a "good" wish it would come true. But if you mad a "bad" wish, you would transported and locked into your attic and attacked by evil monsters. Yeah, she loved me.
When I was a little girl, my older brother used to love to scare me..
He used to tell me that "The Preakness"
was going to get me..It wasn't until years later I found out that the preakness is a Horse Race!
When we were kids living in the realms of an isolation hospital on the Pilgrims Way on the North Downs of Kent (England) we were led to believe that there was a machine in a wood, known as ‘the glade’, that could or would cut your arm off.
We had bigger and friendlier woods nearby so we never ventured there very often anyway. The very mention of the name ‘the glade’ made me nervous, the fact it rhymes with blade probably contributed to my fear too. I would try and visualise this terrible machine and usually I imagined it was something like a giant mincer (the culinary variety) or other times as a mangle with blades rather than rollers. Generally it was a static device that just needed avoiding, but sometimes I thought it had the ability to chase you. The wood was carpeted with Bluebells in late spring and that was the only thing that would induce me to enter it. Even then we would run some way home before we felt safe. I lived in dread of this malicious thing and sometimes had nightmares about it. It never occurred to me that it was possibly some kind of farm implement, and not something with the sole purpose of mutilating people. To make matters worse, there was a permanent sign on the gate of the field below stating ‘Danger Unexploded Bomb.’ Why no one ever thought to dig up and disarm (no pun intended) it never crossed our minds. It too was probably a ruse by the farmer to keep people off his land.
Unfortunately, my parents are now dead and it is too late to ask what this thing actually was or whether it even existed.
across the street from my house there was a church.when it got dark something in the church made a shadow on the window that looked like E.T.
I used to think Et was watching me
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i used to believe in Wee WIlly Winkie who used to come round and see if I was in bed yet. I even heard him talking to my dad downstairs (it was my dad using two voices but it convinced me at 5). There was also the threat of Willy's brother Big Winkie (who i think had horns) if i continued not to go to bed.
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