make-believe: monsters

For some reason, whenever I was in a room without an adult, I always used to think there were some sort of monsters in there.
Any time my mom would ask me to go downstairs to help her out with something and the lights were off, I would run down the stairs, do whatever it was she asked me to do, then run back up the stairs ten times quicker.
I believed that whatever was down there was going to prevent me from running up the stairs and would suck me back down.

I used to believe that dummies (as in the puppet kind) came for me everynight to kill me. This was belief was started when I saw the Night of the Living Dummy Goosbumps video when I was about three. I remember pretending to be dead so the dummies wouldent be interested in killing me. This only stopped when I was about nine.

When I was small, my parents were watching a movie. I was not yet tired and wanted to watch too. When I asked what the movie was about, my mom told me it was about a monster that eats your feet.
From that night on I was afraid to stand next to my bed in the dark, because I thought the monster would come from underneath it and eat my feet.

I used to believe the pictures of me in the photo frames around my house were alive. They featured a girl who looked like me, but wasn't me at all. She would stare at me when my back was turned. To prevent her from staring, I would put the frames face down every time I saw her face.

When I was a child, I had this like OCD thing, where I just had to pick my nose before I went to bed.
Well, I used to think that Chuckie from Child's Play hid under my bed and ate my boogers hoping that one night I'd reach my brain and flick it on the ground for him to eat.

my dad always told me stories about the Jabberwocky. according to my dad, he had log whiskers and smelled like catfish, was homeless and forever mournful. the stories were meant to be spooky but in my mind, the Jabberwocky became my guardian angel of sorts. Almost to the point of being an imaginary friend...lol

I used to believe that when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night that on the way back a monster would attach itself to my back. I would jump in the bed and roll around on my back to kill it.

I used to watch all the old monster movies way back when...so obviously I thought there was a creature waiting to get you if you ever let your guard down. Until I fell asleep, I used to strain to hear if Godzilla was coming to step on my apartment building. I also used to fall asleep with my arms crossed over my chest to act as a crucifix, just in case a vampire ever found its way into my bedroom....

When you sleep, and everything is silent you can sometimes hear your blood pumping round you, as your head is on the pillow. I had this hate of werewolves and used to believe that as the blood was pumping faster-the werewolve (that was trying to kill me) was gaining on me, and it was going to eat me. To prevent this I had to breathe heavily so that I couldn't hear the blood pumping

When i was younger i watched pewee herman a lot and in one episode there was a monster that was big blue with 1 foot 1 eye and a mouth on the side and its hop around making a bump bump sound. I was so afaid that he was going 2 eat me whenever i heard the base from cars passing by my house i was positive it was the bump bump monster comeing to get me so i would hide in my older sisters closet. To make things worse, my older sister decided it was funny to play along. As i was sitting in the closet she started screaming and say that he was eatting her; i sat in the closet for 2 hours b4 my mom found me crying.

I used to believe that unless I sang a song about the saints, monsters would get me when I went up the stairs to my room, or my parents' room. Oddly, once I was actually upsatirs, it was fine. It was just on the stairs that they could get me. The song went like this: "I love the saints! I love peter, paul, luke..." enter as many names as it took for me get upstairs! The louder I sang, the safer I was. I wonder what my parents thought!

when i was about 4 i lived in this house with hollow stairs. after my dad tucked me in to bed i would hear this loud stomping (my dad goin down the stairs) and thought it was a t-rex comin up the stairs and if i didnt go to sleep it would kill me. duh..

Ok, I used to believe that the pine-needle pile in my backyard was a monster! My brother thought his leg was getting eaten when his leg sunk in. He lost his shoe and it was never found...

When I was much younger, I woke up before everyone else on weekends. But I was always afraid to leave my bed because I feared when I walked from my bedroom, Chuck E. Cheese would be there with a huge scary grin on his face, ready to kill and eat me. So I'd be yelling for my parents to wake up from across the hall, horrified to even get out from under my covers.
I don't know why Chuck E. Cheese seemed frightening (Especially since I now own pet rats), but he was.

At themeparks, there are always charcters of movies walking around in suits, right? Well, at movieworld, I ran into bugs bunny. I cuddled him, and my parents took photos. Little did they know that I thought all people dressed up like that were real characters- that they wern't wearing a suit, but that was their skin. When Bugs bunny lifted me up, I saw a zip on his neck! He didn't even notice when I pulled it down! I pulled off the head, complete with stuffing to hold it up, and ran away screaming! I was yelling something like, "I decapatat-ed buggy bunny!" I still reckon that some of those dress ups are skins.........

When I was little I used to believe that if I didn't cover up my ears then someone would come along and steal them so I wore earmuffs to bed for years.My Parents treied to convince me that people don't steal ears but I didn't believe them.