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When I was little I didn't have a bedside lamp so when I was going to sleep I'd have to go to light switch beside the door and go back to my bed in the dark. Now this is all good and fine except I thought that when the light went off a vampire hid behind my door so as soon as I put the light off I ran to my bed (for some reason I thought once I was in bed I'd be safe). I thought this for years.. jeez, i was bloody scared every night for years - that can't be good!
Every night before I went to sleep, I had to make sure that my neck was completely covered in order to discourage vampires.
When i was around 3 or 4, i used to sleep with my older sister sometimes because i was afraid of sleeping by myself. The only problem was at some point in my early years i decided my sister was a vampire and slept with my shoulder tucked up on my neck so that she wouldn't be able to bite me. I later told my mom my fear and she explained to me that if my sister was a vampire, then so was i. I spent the next few weeks checking for fangs. never did find them
When I was younger, about 3 or so, I watched a scary vampire movie with my father. It was Thanksgiving so in the kitchen my mom was preparing a turkey and when I was done I figured I'd check up on her. I pulled a chair up to the sink looked at the turkey and said, "Is he dead yet?" My mom answered with a simple, "Yes honey, he's dead." Well since I had just gotten done watching the movie I was a bit worried and told mamma "He's gonna get up and get us now." Whenever mom feels like embarrassing me she tells the story about how I thought the turky was a vampire.
When I was about six I was in a wedding. The other flower girl said she was from Pennsylvania, which scared me because I thought she was a Vampire. I kept trying to get a good look at her teeth to see if they really were long. I tried to be polite about it all, because I knew it wasn't her fault she was born a vampire!
I used to believe that your reflections were YOU in the mirror world, and at age 17 they could choose to be your reflection or go off and do something else. This also let to the assumption that vampires were people who mistreated their reflections, so the reflections deserted them and made them vampires. Then I thought Dracula was the meanest vampire of them all, since he scared his reflection away and became the most widely-known vampire.
As a result of watching too many Dracula movies, i used to believe that when you die you had no choice but to become a vampire. I used to get so scared about having to have a stake put through my heart more than anything.
When I was little, my imaginary friend was a vampire. He always wore a black suit with a grey tie, and he had a pale face and black hair. He never told me his name, and I used to talk to him because he lived in the dark bathroom, and under the pier at the lake. He would only come out when I was alone, and talk to me about books. I was an odd kid.
Two of my buddies in 3rd grade some how made me believe that a vampire was living under my bed...they told me the only way to keep if from biting your neck was too put blankets on your neck...so everynight, even on hot summer nights i would pull the blankets all the way up to my chin...and if i woke up in the middle of the night and they were down...i'd totally freak out! I realized about 1 year later that there were no such things as vampires...thank you mom :)
When I lived in Germany I use to believe that vampires were in lived in the walls and at night the use to come out and kill you.
When people would tell me stories about vampires and stuff, they would say the 'good guy' killed the vampire by plunging a stake through his heart...except I always thought they were saying 'steak', as in the meat!!! I continued to believe that until I was twelve, and I read it in some book and finally realized...!
When I was younger I believed that at night Vampires wouldn't bite me if I lay perfectly still all night and made no sound, because they wouldn't know I was there, and if I pulled my pj top round my neck and the duvet over my head.
I used to think that to truly be safe from vampires while you slept you had to sleep on your back with your arms crossed neatly over your chest. That way, if they pulled back the covers they would think that you were already undead and leave you alone.
When I was little I thought vampires were real after watching a show. So I use to hide under my bed covers at night afraid a vampire would bite me.
When I was about 5 or 6 I saw the coverage of magazine,on which was a vampire.Since then I started to believe that the vampires really exist,that's why I used to sleep completely coated with the blanket around my neck.
Now I know the vampire from the coverage was only the bad politician and media was just taking the piss of him.Due to this now I don't have any problems with my tonsils:)
Once my older brother put red disclosing tablets in his mouth and chewed them, then ran down the drive in his long mac, this was accompanied with 'evil' looks to make me think he was a vampire. I actually believed him - the bastard. (I was watching 'Lost boys' a lot)
A little before my 8th birthday, I was watching a movie about vampires with my sister and brother. My brother who was 6-1/2 years older told us that when people died that person became a vampires. He told me that they could change into any form that they wanted to get inside a person's home (fly, ant, etc.) and would then change back into a vampire and come and bight others on their necks and they would die, and become vampires. Not knowing any better, we believed him, but I think I believed him more.
1 month after my 8th birthday my father. At his funeral, I remembered what my brother had told me, and I became very frightened.
That evening, I cried to sleep with my mother, because I just knew she was the only one who could protect me from the vampires.
For weeks, maybe months I would sleep with the covers pulled up to my head, because I feared that my father was a vampire and would come into my room and bight me on my neck.
Almost a year later, my mother asked me why I would scream out everynight. When I told her what my brother had told me, she explained the truth to me after laughing, and had a nice litter talk with my brother.
A few miles from my parents house, there is a small college. The main building has a tall tower on it, and my little sister and I were convinced that there was a vampire Porky Pig that lived in it. I always pictured him with a short black cape and little fangs.
Whenever I drive past that there, even today, I look up and imagine him up there, flying around inside the tower.
I had a strange fear that if I closed my eyes in the bathtub, William Shakespeare would come up through the drain and kill me. I knew his name, but I had no idea who he was, so I just naturally assumed he was some sort of bathtub vampire.
I used to think that if I was visible in bed, vampires would find me and drain all my blood. Therefore, I learnt to sleep without moving, straight as a plank, completely covered except for a a tiny opening to let in air. In the morning I would then arrange the bed so it looked as similar as possible to how it looked with me in it.