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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.
you know after you look in a bright light, and you close your eyes or blink how you can still see the glare that remains in your vision? I used to think that those were monsters, and could only be seen if you blinked enough.
I feared them.
I had to face the door when i went to sleep incase har hars walked past (and came in) they had pointy snout things (look like evil wombles except they thinner). And i had to sleep curled up in a ball incase the witches got my feet if i spread out. And there was a gap between my bed and bedside table i didn't like that either (trolls).
At the mall in my hometown, there were occasionally doors along blank walls and someone told me that monsters lived behind them, and that if you stayed in the mall until after dark, the monsters would come out and accuse you of shoplifting so they could have an excuse to eat you.
I believed when I was going to bed that dinosaurs roamed the streets, peeking in the windows with one huge eye to check everyone was sleeping. I don't know what would happen if you weren't sleeping, I was always sure to at least feign sleep.
My father was a pianist who loved to play boogie-woogie. I also had friends who were afraid of the boogieman. I spent several confused years wondering why on earth anyone would be afraid of a piano player.
I used to believe that the "boogyman" was short for "booger monster". I had nightmared of a giant booger monster for a year.
I thought the Boogie Man was made of boogers-all green and slimy.
When I was younger, I had a nightmare about being attacked by monsters who could only be warded off by playing The Beatles. I took this dream to be an omen of sorts, and started playing The Beatles on my boombox every night to ward off the monsters. My parents weren't exactly happy about hearing Revolution #9 in the dead of night.
My dad goes on trips a lot, and when I was younger, I didn't bother asking where. So when my older sister told me that he was a secret purple alien spy from Mars in disguise who visited his home planet on his trips, I believed her. I was scared of my dad for a week.
As I child I used to confuse Einstein with Frankenstein! You can guess what I supposed to think every time I heard about Einstein somewhere...
I use to think that mummies were wrapped in toilet paper.
i used to believe that whenever something was missing from my house, like barbie's shoe or the left sock, that gremlins had come up through the floor and taken it. they were going to use these objects to help construct a machine to help them take over the world
When I was little I used to think that all the monsters hid in my parents' bedroom. Turned out that my mom and dad just snored really loud.
When I was five or six my next-door neighbors had a small wooden bridge across the creek that ran into the woods adjacent to their backyard. I knew that an evil being lived under the bridge in the dark. I envisioned the being as generally human-shaped, about two feet tall, very stocky, hairy, and ugly -- similar to trolls, ogres, or hobs I've seen pictured in books. I knew it waited under the bridge to catch and eat children who crossed. Whenever I had to cross the bridge alone I would stare at it to make sure nothing was moving, then I would run across the bridge as fast as I could so I wouldn't get caught. I didn't tell any of my friends or my family because I was afraid they would make fun of me for being scared.
When I was young, a neighbor kid told me that the seeds on the inside of persimmons were goblin eggs and if you opened one up the seeds would grow into goblins that would hide in your bedroom! I concentrated all year to not run over them with my bike.
When I was growing up, all four of us believed our old house haunted by various monsters. My brothers' solution was never to be in the dark, ever. But I, the big sister, was way smarter and more sophisticated. I knew the monsters followed me up the stairs to my room, but I also knew they could only attack me if they could see the whites of my eyes. My solution: Keep the hall, stairs and my room as dark as possible and never, ever, look back! Must have worked, I was never eaten by monsters.
When my brother was lttle he was always scared to look out a window at night because he thought that the emperor from star wars was waiting outside the window to shock him. Weird.