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I used to believe (by making some hybrid of men in white coats and small green man from mars) that small men in white coats whould come to my house and load my into their mini ambulance to take me away if i was bad.
Ever since i was about 1 my moms collected angels (she put them on drawer shelves in my room).Ever since
i was 7 iv been afraid there going to come to life and kill me.after they kill me theyll eat me.
When I was little I was terrified of monsters. I believed in not just one, but seven Boogiemen. I even thought that I could see them. They resembled large piles of goop. Each was a different color. They were all evil, except for one that was blue. The worst one was the red one. I also had a reason for sleeping with the covers over my head. It was because each of the Boogiemen had a portion of the body they would eat. If I was under the covers then that part of me would be safe.
After seeing the movie, "Little Shop of Horrors" I named every plant in the house "Audry Two." I believed that plants really DID like blood, so every time I got a cut, I would let the blood drip onto our dying Basil plant. Eventually the plant died.
( I also wouldn't go to the dentist for a while...)
till i turned 12 i thought that an evil scarecrow followed me around every where i went but when i tried to find him he would just hide behind and under things. i also believed that he couldnt be in any type of light, so i had many different types of night lights till i got over this.
I used to think that when people were talking about the "Abominal Snowman" (more correctly known as the Yeti), they were saying "Invulnerable Snowman".
Ever since i was a little kid-as far back as i can remember- i WOULDN'T keep my feet out of my covers when i was in my bed no matter what....even if it was warm in my room.
I thought that if i did monsters or ghosts would come out from somewhere in my room & try to touch me.
I'm not sure why, but i feel safe under my blanket.
I'm a teenager now, & i still feel like i can't have my feet out from under my blanket.
I freak out if i do.
because i thought there was some horrible monster underneath my bed (that was only there at night and early morning) i would catapult myself off my bed every night and morning. my mom would always get mad at me for jumping on my bed....
when i was really little, i thought that snakes lived in the plumbing and i was scared that anytime i went to the bathroom, one would pop up and bite me in the butt.
I used to believe my shadow was chasing me whenever I ran
When I was little, I used to believe that there were dinosaurs on the other side of the hill I lived near. The dad of one of the neighbor kids had told him that to keep him from wandering up the hill and into the woods, and somehow it just spread to every kid in the neighborhood. Worked, too.
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.....
My stepdad Tim told me that whenever my shoelaces were untied, the tickle-monster would come out of the ground and tickle my feet... remember that Johnathan???
i used to believe that if i went outside by myself for 2 long that the monkeys from the wizard of Oz would come and take me away
When I was small, I believed that someone would come in my room and cut off whatever part of my body that was not covered by my blanket.
I used to think if I mixed up a bunch of dirt and grass in a bowl and left it outside at night, dragons would eat it.
My nana used to tell me the poem "The Highwayman" when I was little. Of course, a lot of it made no sense to me, but I was smart enough to know being gagged and bound was a frightning experiance. And my dad was a landlord. So I always believed the poem was about me, sort of a phrophecy. Every time it was really windy and dark, when the reflection of the full moon bounced on the waves, I would scream and cry until morning, hoping the hi way man with a twinkly butt ("his pistol butts a twinkle") wouldn't come and get me.
That all the fluff that came out of the vacuum when my mom emptied it was giant's bellybutton fluff. I was always on the lookout for the giant.
When I was about 5-8, I used to believe that there was a toe-eating toad/frog under the sheets and covers of my bed...I really thought that if I stretched my legs out at night and fell asleep like that, the frog would eat my toes off! So I slept curled up as much as possible...but I'd wake in the middle of the night all sprawled out and freak out searching for my toes! Such a weird child....
I used to believe that the boogieman was a big mean guy covered in boogers.