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When I was about five years old i used to belive in the "Boogie Man"..now, this boogie man would grab you and eat you if u were in the dark alone....well thats what my 9 year old brother had told me. I wouldnt walk outside in the dark if someone payed me until my mothers friend told me she saw the Boogie man on her way to our house and ran him over and all his snot went all over her car and I asked her if I could see her snot covered car, she told me she would take me outside in a few minuets....little did I know her husband ran outside and put green silly string all over the front of her car!! I belived the boogie man was finnally dead afetr 3 years of being terrified of him.
Whenever I saw the full moon I used to think that it would change me into a werewolf if I looked at it for too long. I'd always check my face afterwards to see if I'd started changing. :)
When I was younger (I can't remember when), every tuesday (I think it was) at night, (or evening, but it was in winter so it was dark at 5.) we had to walk past a shop full of mannequin heads, modelling wigs. I was TERRIFIED! The reason? EVERYONE I went with referred to it as 'The Dead Dolly Shop' and I could hear the capital letters. I pretended like I was fine... "Are we going to pass The Dead Dolly Shop?" "Yes." And I would reply, probably in a weak voice, "Yay..." But I was terrified of the dead dollies! I used to have nightmares...
When I younger every st.patricks day we'd go to my grandmas house, and my other 2 cousins went and my aunt would always tell us that if we were bad leprachauns from my grandmas backyard would carry us away into their world. At first we wanted to go with them untill she brought up that they were mean and we would never come back. After that every year we all behaved very well at grandmas.
when we were younger, my dad told me and my sisters that C.H.U.D.'s (cannabilistic Human Underground Dwellers) lived in the sewer, so we would jump over those sewer grates on the sidewalk so tey wouldn't snatch us.
***I used to believe that the candyman was someone who would come and steal your candy or poisen it.
when i was younger, my mom used to tell me that if i didn't go to sleep when she told me to the boogeyman would come and eat me. Then she'd say a boy would be trying to kiss me and i hated boys then.
I used to be deathly afraid of monsters. I even had a plan for every possible situation if a monster happened to get in my room at night. I shared a room with my sister and my sister slept on the bottom bunk and I slept on the top bunk. I believed that any monster would eat her first and would be too lazy to get me. Even if they weren't feeling lazy I would get a headstart running while they were eating my sister. If I was sleeping alone I would tuck the sheets over my head and around my body, until I was practically suffocating.
this one girl at about 3rd- 4th grade told me and my friends that on the playground there was this pole wire thingy sticking out of the ground ( and there was) and that if u touched it, you owould get sucked into the ground and satan wouldnt let us back up.
so then we dared her to touch it at recess one day ( well we didnt really like her) and she did! then she pretended that she was being sucked in so me and my friends pulled her and i guess satan let her go. we havent touched it since a few weeks ago!! ( and we are in sixth grade now
when I was little I used to believe that gremlins were real and seeked distroying the world.
I was friends with this boy and one day we were playing in his basement and that's when he told me this story about pitch black, the evil shadow. He told me that if I look at my shadow that pitch black would take over it and eat me. He also told me that at night if you saw George Washington through your window, it was pitch black. I believed it (I was a REALLY stupid kid.) I was so afraid to look at my shadow and I wouldn't even look out the window because I was afraid to see George Washington. Then one day my friend told me he captured pitch black in his screen door. I believed that too. But maybe... he's still out there...
I used to believe there were monsters in the crack between my bed and the wall. They had long arms and could reach up and grab me if I slept next to the wall. I also believed my stuffed animals came alive when I was sleeping at night to protect me.
I used to beleive that a giant pig would come and eat me if I didn't sleep close to the wall. I was an insane 3 year old. I had the terrible threes, not twos.
After i watched the movie BFG [big friendly giant] i thuoght that the BFG would really come in the night, But i was afraid of him so i would sleep or pretend when it got late
When I was a kid, I used to believe that at the bottom of Foam Pits in gyms lived crabs and scorpians. So whenever i jumped into the pit i would always squirm and struggle to get out as fast as I can.
When I was a little girl, I believed that there were little men in my ceiling fan. Every night, I would cry for my mom, screaming "There's a man in my fan!" I was 3 years old, and I thought these 'men' were going to kill me.
I used to believe a drain monster would come out of the toilet every time I flushed, or walked over sewer grates.
When I was little I used to believe that every night, people who were buried in a cementery, would come out of their graves and kill those who had stayed in the cementery during the night.
That is why for a long time, I was afraid to go to cementeries to avoid getting trapped in there.
When I was about 6 or 7 yrs old I swear to God, still to this day, that the vaccuum that was left in my room (that had two screws that looked like eyes)bent down and was coming at me. I saw it, I swear to God! I went under the covers and then got the nerve to rush to the light and turn it on. I don't remember much after that. I'm 33 now and I still "know" it happened!
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.