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When I was younger I used to lie in bed and hear thudding sounds. I heard them every night when I was trying to sleep and was convinced king kong was outside lumbering about looking to eat me.
It was only when I was older, that I realised the thudding sound was actually my heart beating!
When I was 6 my friends saw the movie IT, and told me IT lived under my bed. About a week later I woke up in the middle of the night and my foot was bleeding where something had bitten it. I was convinced IT really did live under my bed and leaped from a few feet away to get into bed for years after.(Turns out my new kitten bit my foot because I was moving it in my sleep)
I used to believe when I was younger that if you got hurt and you started bleeding, you would turn into a monster. So when my brother accidentally cut his thumb open with a knife, I started crying and screaming, "Mom! I don't want him to turn into a werewolf!"
when I was little, I went into a card store (probably hallmark), and opened all the drawers underneath the card racks. My parents promptly told me that one drawer in every card store is filled with poisonous snakes. To this day, I still get butterflies in my stomach when I pass a card rack.
When I was young, my brother convinced me that if I didn't cover up my toes when I went to bed, the toe pirates would take them away from me. To this day, I cannot sleep with uncovered toes.
When I was little my dad was stationed in Okinawa, and whenever he would come back, he'd tell me about how he'd have lunch with Godzilla. I firmly and solidly believed this, and would tell my friends at school. I even threw a rock at a 6th grader for saying my dad made it up!
I lived at the top of a cul-de-sac... Well the older kid 9 houses down at the street entrance had a thin metal rod one day... He was scraping it on the pavement (making it spark) when he let go and it flew straight across the street and fell into the storm drain... He said I could have it if I wanted to fight the sewer monster for it!
After hearing that I wouldn't go anywhere near the end of our street for almost a year unless I was in a car!
When I was little; I had a computer in my room. And each night, I would stare at it, terrified. I used to think something was gonna come out, or that a scary face would appear on the screen. My mum and dad said they'd take the computer out of my room, but I didn't want them to. So I asked them, each night, to put a towel over it. However, I would make faces out of the pattens on the towels, which scared me even more. I just got my computer took out in the end.
When I was little, whenever we drove past the airport at night, my mom would tell me that all of the different colored lights on the ground were porchlights for the gnomes that lived there. I believed it for many years...
I used to fear the creature on the Pepperami advert. My sister had a Pepperami lunchbox and she told me it was inside it. I had nightmares for years.
Oh, what a cruel child I was. I told my sister of 3 that thunder was giants' feet. Yes, she was terrified, and yes, my mum did tell me off.
i used to believe escalators would eat me.
I used to believe monsters did exist
i used to believe that there were monsters under my bed, but if i wrapped myself up in my blanket really tight they couldnt get me. because monsters cant get past an inpenetrable blanket, right.....................right
I used to believe that my blanket had super powers....like many children. But, I also believed that an evil boogey-man would come into my room at night and cut off any appendage that was sticking out from under my super blanket. My nose was the only thing that was allowed to stick out so I could breathe.
Never lost any appendages; my blanket was very powerful.
I used to believe that if you spoke while driving past a graveyard that Frankenstein would come after you.
When I was young, I used to believe a cow skull my grandparents brought us from out west would come alive on our wall when I was sleeping and its eyes would glow green.
I used to think that a monster lived in the duct work of our house. I would always hear the noises, and think it was him moving around, and that the heat was him breathing fire.
When I was about five years old, I told my classmates about my upcoming vacation to Myrtle Beach.
One boy told me that if I went anywhere near the water, a giant octopus would grab me and hold me hostage for two years.
I believed this, and refused to go out on the beach until my family coaxed me into doing so.
When I was a little kid, and when my mom, dad, and I lived in my grandparents basement, I used to believe that if I stepped in a laundrey hamper, that my feet would be stuck in them. I thought that if I stepped in them, and got stuck, that a monster would come and eat me. I also thought that fireflies were aliens, and if I went outside alone that I would be abducted and then eaten by aliens.