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I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed.
When I complained about them, my babysitter would take a spray bottle labeled 'monster spray' and 'spray' away the monsters.
After a while, I grew sorry for the monsters and tried to apologize to them. I slept under my bed for weeks, waiting for them to come back.
I used to believe that Water Towers held sleeping dragons in them, and that the long pipe coming from the bottom was where they'd tuck their tails.
When I was four I became scared of robots and thought they wanted to freeze me. It's not true though, they really only want to rule the world instead.
When I was a little girl I loved ham sandwiches. My Mama would buy "DAK" brand ham and it had a little picture of a viking on the package. I thought that he was the devil (what with the horns and all) and I was always scared that when we planted flowers in the garden that I might see one of those tips of his horns showing up through the dirt. I was worried that he'd be released from hell and it would all be my fault!
When I was very young, I went on a vacation with my parents. There was a button in the hotel room, apparently to request room service.
My parents, in an attempt to prevent me from pressing the button, told me that it was a "Goblin Button"- and that if you should press it, the goblins will come.
To this day, I can remember staying awake throughout night, still as can be, just staring at the button! I was scared to death, truly believing that the goblins would storm the place, just with the touch of the button (which happened to be next to the bed! Ugh!). I was afraid of somehow rolling over in my sleep and accidentally pressing it.
When I was little and it was time for bed, my parents would say the poem of "Wee Willie Winkie," but this just made me scared to death that there was a little man outside my window every night just waiting for me to go to bed and my bedroom being on the second floor meant he could fly. For years I thought he was outside my window watching me while I slept, and I would curl up in a ball and sleep as close to the wall as possible so he wouldn't know I was in there and he'd go away. To this day I have issues walking past open windows at night.
i used to (and still) believe that when i started to walk up the stairs something would follow me and grab my foot so i run up really fast
I used to believe there were such a thing as 'tree dragons' that lived in the woods. The dragons took the form of the branches and plants. Their eyes were invisible, but they were wise and old and watched humans to see if they were good or bad.
I used to believe that my house had gremlins. I had a friend spend the night one night and we went gremlins hunting. We thought we had found one,but, it was the cat!
i used to believe that there was a little animal named the Squat, who lived in our house, and i used to hunt him with my dad every day. He would change colors, and sometimes have fur. My dad finally got tired of this game, so one day he pretended to find him, and wrestle him to the ground.It ended after that.
I used to beleve that the Boogyman was some guy running around in a racoon suit!
I used to think that a family of evil bears lived in my grandparent's attic.
I used to believe that when I could hear my heartbeat in my ears at night when I was drifting off to sleep that it was the incredible hulk coming up the stairs to get me. I would be waiting and waiting for him to arrive at my door - terrified - but eventually I would fall asleep.
I used to think a troll lived on my building's top floor/attic. One time, my neighbor came to my mom crying, all cut up and bruised and I thought the troll got her.
When I was around 4-12 I beleived there were monsters ion my room at night. We had a sponge paint job on my walls, and i could swear that some of the random sponge designs were evil faces, one i remeber was like a half woman half werewolf. Also, I beleived there were wicked ants and dwarves under my bed. If any body part hung over my bed the dwarf would slice that body part off with an axe and feed it to the ants and they would carry away the body part. Also, I'd beleive if I moved at all in my bed or made a sound whatsoever wolves would pounce up and eat me. And the sound of my own heart in my ear on the pillow made me think that someone...an axe murderer for some reason was coming up the stairs and those were his footsteps... Yeah... I was a frightened kid and screamed alot at night. The only thing that turned it around was when I was 12 I talked to some native american woman and she told me that the wolves I was so afraid of were really there to protect me and guard me as my spirit friends... so another funny beleif, but i was no longer afraid at night after that, though I still don't sleep with any part of my body over the bed...
When I was little I used to think [like most kids] there were monsters under beds. Because of this whenever I went to bed or my parents room I would get all my stuffed animals and set them around the bottom of the bed as some sort of barrier against monsters.
I used to believe that talking to the sewer lids in the middle of the roads was a way to contact Godzilla. And we could only talk to him if we took our Barbie jeep to the middle of the cul-de-sac to get there.
i had a bunch of SMURFs stuff when i was little, even my bedspread was SMURFs. then along came the story that SMURFs came to live and stole lil kids away from their parents! (imagine my terror having them all over my bedspread!) anyways, one morning i woke up and didnt find my mom but i did find all my SMURFs toys grouped together at the end of the hallway. i ran screaming into my sister's rooming telling her that the SMURFs had taken mom!
it turns out she had gone to the market while we slept. teehee..
When I was very young, I used to think that two small white Japanese women statuettes, perched on a shelf in my parents' bedroom, could come to life and be dangerous. I referred to them as the "Achoo Statues." (don't know why)
I used to believe that all my favorite cartoon characters would come gallyvanting down the hill by my house to come scare me as I played.