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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.
My father was a good pianist and even had his own dance band in the 1930s. In the days before TV he used to entertain me by playing boogie woogie. I never could understand why some of my friends were terrified of the boogie man. I couldn't imagine how anybody could be dumb enough to be afraid of a jazz pianist.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When I was little (mid 1980's), I used to beleive that the boogie man was green, and wore a "Saturday Night Fever" type outfit and a hat with a feather in it so he could Boogie! I wasn't scared of him cause I thought, "What harm can he do? He just wants to Boogie!" And I liked to Boogie too!
-Susy in NM
When i was really little, about 3 years old or so, we lived across the street from a cemetery. There were these little mausoleums with stained glass windows, one of which was right across from our front door. One evening i was looking out the front window watching for my grandparents' car, when i saw a light come on inside the mausoleum. I completely flipped out. I was positive that corpses has risen from the dead and turned on the light in their little house. Turns out it was just our porch light, which my dad had switched on when he saw me staring out into the darkness, reflecting off the stained glass.
when i laid down to go to slept my mom would tell me to close my eyes, i thought it was beacuse the monsters had no eyes and if they saw yours they would try to take them.