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The house where I grew up was in a town near a military base. At times they had drills where they had planes drop shell, the sound of which sounded like loud steps by the time they reached my neighborhood. Until age 12 at least I was convinced when I heard it that it was dinosaurs coming... I grew up in the 90s and Jurassic Park was big, what can I say... The sound and vibrations were IDENTICAL as in the movie!
i used to think that the little beating inside your head was a dinosaur that was on the other side of the world and every time it would beat the dinosaur would come one step closer
I used to believe that the boogeyman was (lol!) a featureless, bald, gray man pushing a shopping cart! I guess it was because when I got told about him the first time, hearing "Boogey" reminded me of "buggy" and I immediately thought of a shopping cart. Still, when someone mentions the boogeyman, I get this mental image of the gray shopping cart man XD
On top of that, I thought he hated milk. This was because my mom's mom (who was a lunch lady) had a bunch of "Drink milk, it's cool!" stickers from work. My mom told me the boogeyman HATED milk and wouldn't come out of my closet as long as she taped the doors shut with one of the milk stickers!
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...
When I was younger I used to lie in bed and hear thudding sounds. I heard them every night when I was trying to sleep and was convinced king kong was outside lumbering about looking to eat me.
It was only when I was older, that I realised the thudding sound was actually my heart beating!
When i was younger i dont know why but i actually REMEMBER this, theres a monster ( big robot) that will pick you up and eat you if your awake at midnight. for some reason i think it was a dream but i actually remember this big guy walking down our street every step would make a crater i always wondered why they dissapeared but i made sure to be to bed by midnight. i always thought my heartbeat was his footsteps.
I used to be afraid of the dark, and consequently thought all window blinds were monsters. Therefore, their only weakness was turning the horn that hung from the left side of their face, and for that you had to approach with the utmost caution.
I used to believe that the Great Pumpkin was real and I missed out on a lot of trick or treating because of that. Me and my sister sat outside in the backyard waiting for the great pumpkin, all we got was scared by our neighbor's little brother and bitten by a raccoon. After our mom noticed the raccoon bites, we stopped believing in the great pumpkin and we realized how stupid we were waiting for something that doesn't even exist.
When I was little, like 5, I used to believe that a flat paper thin man lived between the back of the couch and the wall. I was terrified of this man and claimed he was wearing a tophat and carried a cane.
When I was about nine, my younger cousins and I believed that there were dragons living on our backyard. We made 'dragon food' (mud, rocks, sticks, leaves, and few ladybugs for color) and placed it around all the places we thought the dragons would be hiding. We came out the next morning to look for dragon footprints, and were sure that we saw some.
when I was about 4 or 5, I saw a cartoon which involved lots of zombies lurching around dressed in rags, + some vampires looking very smart. I assumed that the zombies lived in the graves that said 'RIP', (because their clothes were ripped) + the vampires lived in the others.
As a child, I never slept by myself in my own room. I had to call my mother to sleep with me or I went to her room.
I had a phobia that Batman would appear at the foot of my bed at night.
When I was a kid, my mom's friends used to tell me that there was a monster in the basement and I was to never ever go down there. I visualized this huge, purple, muppet-type creature covered in fur with yellow fangs and ginormous claws. I was never afraid of anything ever as a child, but I was absolutely petrified to go into that basement. I must have been about 5 and I still remember how real that belief was! Now I'm pretty sure that the grown-ups were smoking weed down there!
I used to believe that when I went to sleep, I'd have to cover my ears with my blanket, or else the monsters under my bed would eat them. I still do that to this day!
Instead of having a security blanket as a child, I had a pillow. And I was convinced that every night there was some creatures that would come into my room and try to steal it. So every night I would put this pillow between my knees and have a vice grip on it. If I found it on the floor in the morning I was convinced that the creatures had tried to take it from me
I was never scared of monsters under my bed or anything like that – I thought that was stupid. I was terrified that I would hallucinate and see them though, since that was actually possible.
A friend of mine told his niece about "Sister". A girl who shows up in your bedroom at night. He told his niece that if she sees her to throw a blanket over her and run to her parent bedroom and tell them. Needless to say his sister and brother-in-law were awakened several times in the middle of the night.
My mum told me that the sock monster took odd socks away. I thought it was a real two legged monster made out of socks with a big sock for a head (shaped like a horse's head) and that it lived in the cupboard above the boiler. The scary part was that it had no eyes or mouth...
My 3-yr-old brother's friend once told him that the "king alligator" lived in people's walls. There was a little hole in the bathroom wall made from the doorknob (it was near the toilet). So one day we hear him screaming and crying while on the toilet. I ended up spending the next 239482734 of his bathroom trips sitting outside the bathroom door while he cried, telling him there was no such thing as the "king alligator" and that he didn't live in our bathroom wall.
when i was younger, a friend of mine told a horror story of a doll that came alive and killed people with her huge abnormal purple finger. so for a while after that, i used to believe that my porcelian cabbage patch doll that my grandmother made me was that same doll in the horror story, so at night i would sleep with the covers over my head so she wouldn't see me and kill me.