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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 I was 8 or so I read the original story of the nutcracker, E.T.A. Hoffman's "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King", which is a very grim and creepy story. There was a character called the Rat Catcher, and any children up past their bed times when he made his rounds got nabbed, stuffed into a sack and turned into a rat to serve the mouse king. I was always up late into the night, and I knew that one night he would find me out... eek!
When I was a little kid, about 3 or 4, I thought that "lepruchans" were 6 foot tall, literally, lepoards that wore green hats, resembling Abe Lincolns, and green disco suits. HAHAHA
I used to believe that the thermostat was actually a giant evil monster. I'd seen them, but I called them temperature adjusters. Not thermostats. Oh, no. The thermostat was very different, ever since I heard, in a hotel, my dad saying what should we turn the thermostat to? I didn't know what a thermostat was, so I went to sleep. But that night, I had "The dream"...
So I was walking into someone's house, when all of a sudden, the door shut behind us, and the house's owner said "*gasp*! The thermostat!" The lighting turned brown, and I could see little shadows on the ground made by the blinds. I looked and saw a shadow before I woke up.
When I was young I believed that If I slept with my bedroom window open then a burgular could come in, and if instead I slept with my bedroom door open than monsters could come in. Everynight I would contemplate on which source of cool air to take a risk with. As I got older the door always one because i became skeptical of the existance of monsters.
And even past this stage, the idea of home invasion terrified me.
When I was about 6, I went through a phase of thinking that a giant wanted to kill me. I would lay in my bed and I could hear the giant's footsteps walking up the hill to our house. I would jump out of bed and peep through the curtains to see him, but of course, he was too quick for me and would hide.
When I got back into bed, it would start all over again, only he would be walking faster and faster and eventually running to get me. I really had trouble sleeping for a while because of this giant.
I don't remember how long it went on for, but I eventually realised that it was only my heart that I could hear as my ear was pressed tight against the pillow, my heartbeat getting faster and faster the more scared I became.
I Used to Believe Faulkner Was a Monster
When I was a kid, we used to go to my maternal grandmother’s house for Christmas and Easter. I had one Christian and (still have) one Jewish grandma, so we divided up the holidays. Somehow Thanksgiving became a Jewish holiday, but that’s another story. Anyway, my sister and I always stayed in a room that used to belong to two of my aunts when they were kids. At the head of each bed is a kind of long alcove-shelf in the wall, lined with books from when the aunts were in high school and college. The most prominent book on my shelf, because of the design of the spine (“Design of the Spine” sounds like a terrible mystery novel doesn’t it?) was a paperback Faulkner anthology. It was pea green, with FAULKNER written in what looked like salmon-colored streaks of blood. In fact the font was almost identical to that of Helter Skelter, the book about the Manson Family that grandma had in the den.
As a kid, I assumed that FAULKNER was a monster, like FRANKENSTEIN(‘s monster) or DRACULA. Sometimes, before going to sleep, I had to turn the FAULKNER book around backwards, so the scary name faced the wall.
Ironically, I fanatically love Faulkner now. He’s definitely not warm and cuddly, but he won’t come after you with an axe, either.
i used to think that the boy's toliets in my school looked like mine except they had dragons guarding theirs and unicorns guarding the girl's toliets
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 young, monsters ruled the night. There were, however, some rules.
1) They could not get you if you were completely under the covers (really tough without A/C on hot nights).
2) Monsters could not get you when you were in the bathroom, so the first dangerous part was getting there. You had to sneak there so they couldn't hear you. If mom or dad heard me on the way, I'd run back to my room and hide under the covers, because my cover was blown.
3) After going to the bathroom, the monsters could hear you flush and would rush to try and catch you. Thus, each time I flushed, I ran back to my room as fast as possible (where I put my head under the covers). I always believed I had to be in bed before the toilet made its final gurgling "glug-glug", or I would be monster food. [This wouldn't be possible today with some of the newer, pressure-assist toilets that clear fast.]
As I got older, the changed a bit. After all, monsters got hot, too--especially with all that fur and those scales, so I figured I'd be safe it at least my ankles stayed under the covers.
To this day, even on the hottest nights, I still like to have my ankles under the covers.
I believed if I went out alone after dark, the bogieman would come out of the bushes in front of our house and stuff me in a sack and beat the sack with a big stick. My older brother told me this.
when i was young, i had read a scary story about two women swimming in a river, and one of them was grabbed at the ankle and pulled underwater. when she got out, she had a green palm print on her leg caused by a "frogman." for a long time after reading this story, i was afraid of not just rivers and lakes, but my own shower and toilet. i would avoid standing near the drain in the shower for fear of the frogman leaving behind a green imprint on the bottom of my feet. i can't begin to describe the caution used when on the toilet.
I used to be one of those kids who thought inanimate objects came to life at night when no one else was around. Now, around Halloween, this became quite a problem. My mom used to go all out decorating the entire house with skeletons, a life-sized Dracula that sat at our dinner table, and even a replica of the killer from Scream. It didn't help that there was a giant fake spider web, complete with huge fake spider that was right outside my room (Spiders are my worst fear). Needless to say I never got much sleep for the entire month of October. Looking back on it now, I was also rather afraid of one of the Santa decorations that was put up around Christmastime. I was a rather troubled child.
I used to believe that shadows were people trying to take over the world, and as the day went on they got bigger and bigger ( for all you idiots out there that means the sun was setting)I thought shadows were trying to raise an army.
When I was little, my parents used to joke aboutthe "Boogie Man". I mis-heard this as the "Booger Man", and I thought that if he touched you, you'd turn into a booger.
When I was about 4 yrs old I was absolutely terrified of the TV show "The Increidible Hulk." Even though the big green guy was suppose to be nice, I would freak out and run away if someone was watching that show. The house we lived in, at the time, was old and the carpet in my room was green. At night I had to sleep with the hall light on because I thought if I turned it off that the "big green guy" could use my carpet as some kind of portal (with his magical powers); beam himself into my room and scare me some more. It was some scary stuff when I was little!
The public elementary school I attended was next to a private parochial school. That school's main building hard a large vent pipe coming out of the roof. "Everybody knew" that on St. Patrick's Day, a huge green ghostly hand would appear out of that vent pipe to throw rocks at you.
In order to get me inside after dark, my father would tell me that if I didn't come inside, that "Shamu" would get me. I did not know who this Shamu person was, but he sounded big and horrifying. The trick worked every time. As I got a bit older I found out that Shamu was a WHALE at Sea World. Dad's trick died that day.
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 my sister and I were little, our dad told us that the Daleks from the sci-fi series Doctor Who lived in our attic (obviously to stop us going up there). Even to this day I feel slightly nauseous going into my own attic for fear they may attack me. I am 42.