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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.
i used to hide under the covers all night long when i was little, because i thought that frankenstein would come out of my closet, hungry, looking for little kids to eat.
We used to believe that the big fat red-eyed monster would come and eat us when we were asleep. One night we woke our mum and dad up with screaming because we thought we were being eaten! This was when we were 4 and for years afterwards we would sit up on our bunk beds all night clutching each other because of the red-eyed monster( we are twins).
My sister feeds my niece saying if she doesn't eat then a monster named alok bam bam will come take her away.. she described that monster to have long hair and beard... and fat.. When my sister went to drop her off the school on the bus stop she saw a person similar to this description. Quite brave she went and told him she had her breakfast in the morning.. She is 5..
I used to think if you had your feet sticking out of the covers when you were in bed a monster could get you and you were safe if you were fully covered by a blanket
My family used to have a cast iron wood stove. It had these two decoritive pieces that curved up, I used to think they were tusks and that the stove was actualy a monster. when you lit it the heat made the metal expand and it would groan. Man, I was afraid of that thing!
I used to think Jesus was a flying zombie who lived in a cave in the woods behind my house. If you were outside by yourself after dark he would catch you and put you in a pit full of unspeakable horrors.
when i was little i collected Barbie dolls like all the girls i knew at the time... but at night they scared me. i believed that they came to life at night when everyone was sleeping to scratch and pinch and bite people...
now im older and laugh... but i wet the bed a lot when i was little! and it didn't help that my brother would tell me stories of the demon cat in the basement that ate little girls! he'd lock me in the basement and turn off the lights... then i'd have to change my pants again when my screams annoyed him so much that he'd have to let me out.
and my closet... ugh! the light used to flicker for no reason...
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed.
When I complained about them, my babysitter would take a spray bottle labeled 'monster spray' and 'spray' away the monsters.
After a while, I grew sorry for the monsters and tried to apologize to them. I slept under my bed for weeks, waiting for them to come back.