in my closet

As a child, i must have been around 6, i dreamt that i had gone through my wardrobe, (closset type thing for you yanks) and ended up at my grandad's house in his garden, and was meeting all my dead relatives ide never meet. For a few years after i used to constantly open and shut the wardrobe door to try and get get through, as i was sure it wasnt a dream. I only stopped after the window cleaner scared me to hell an back when i turned around to see him starring at me.

Jim, from england, no im not from london.

i used to believe that my toys had a tunnel in my closet that led to their secret kingdom where they would escape to at night(while i was sleeping). there they would lead their own private lives, and return via the closet before i woke up.

sara m.

My best friend in elementary school told me that if you put pussy willows catkins (yes, that is what they're called!) in your closet, they'd turn into kittens overnight. Hense, we stripped the neighbor's bushes (a subject of great concern at the next coffee klatsch), made little nests on the floors of our closest out of tissues, and waited. And waited. And waited...

Susan

To this day, I cannot go to sleep if closet doors are open. They must be closed to keep whatever lives in them (monsters!)from coming out while you are asleep.

darksyde

I had the usual fears of things attacking me at night and the compulsion to be completely covered with blankets with no body part hanging off the bed. However, my older brother must have tortured me with sci-fi movies because all of the monsters were from there. I had a slat-type closet door and I was convinced I could see the glowing eyes of the jawas from 'Star Wars' peeping out from the cracks in the slats, ready to carry me off to their freaky sand lair. The absolute worst was Gollum from the 'Lord of the Rings' animated movie. The song about the 9 fingers and the ring of DOOOOOM stuck with me. I was convinced Gollum was under the bed waiting to bite my finger off to the tune of the '9 fingers' song - I could hear him muttering about precious. I swear!

9-fingered Danya

I used to think that there was a wearwolf in my wardrobe that whatched me when Iwas sleeping and in the morning he would follow me around like a ghost.

somebody

When I was really little I would sometimes sleep in my parents room because of my asthma. During the night, I could swear I heard a man singing and playing the guitar in the closet! My parents were both sleeping, and I so scared I just prentended to be asleep so he wouldn't know I heard him. For awhile I believed a man was secretly living in the closet.

Closet Detective

I used to believe that if I sat in my wardrobe for long enough that I would end up going through it into a magical land - similar to that of Narnia, and at one point I believed that you actually could go there. Suffice to say that after spending mnay hours in my wardrobe being looked for I never actually got there.

Skid

As A Child: I used to believe a witch lived in my bedroom closet (and that she just might have been AniFrid Lynstadt from ABBA the pop group, too) and it was cause she moved out of our pantry closet is why she was now in my bedroom closet!

Kira Pangburn

i used to believe that if you slept with the closet door open that someone could jump out and kill you at any point during the night. to this day i sleep with the closet door closed.

jack

My mother had to check under my bed with a brush to make sure that there were no lions hiding there. When in bed the door of the wardrobe had to be open so that it's mirror, which was on the outside, would not be facing me - I was afraid of something jumoping out of it when the light went off.

John McK

I used to believe that monsters lived in the closet and that arms of some sort would grab me from under the bed if I got up without looking. I eventually convinced my parents to buy me a bed with a pedestal so that there was NO underneath for the arms to hide!

Uni

I always believed that there was a pirate in my closet. He wasn't a bad pirate, he protected me every night from any of the monsters that might come get me. However, this protection only worked if i went and stood outside the closet and said goodnight to him. I remember some nights where i forgot to say goodnight, and id wake up in the middle of the night, and walk over to the closet and say good night, to make sure i was getting my much needed protection!

Em

When I was young We lived in a large, very old house. It only had a coal furnace and the heat had to filter up to the sicond floor. Winters were cold. Most of the time you could see your breath upstairs. We just added a few more blankets. I remember how my Mom would shut the closet door in my room and place something in front of it. Then she would say, with a concerned look on her face, goodnight.
Now, My own family lives in the house that I grew up in. My son sleeps in the very room I did as a child. There's a new gas furnace in the basement now and the upstairs is warm in the winter. But now, if you'll excuse me, I have to tuck my little boy in his bed, shut a closet door and place something in front of it. Then, with a concerned look, say goodnight. Strange,,,huh?

Big Bill