in my closet

I remember I used to always think that the wetsuit that my dad kept in my closet was a person waiting to get me the minute I fell asleep.This must have been when I was really little, I think this must have been when I got my first "big girl bed" because I couldn't see the closet from where my crib had been. I remember lying in bed too afraid to move staring at that dark humanoid shape until I would finally pass out. I would go into the closet fearlessly during the light of day and knew that the shape I saw at night was the wetsuit but I must have thought it transformed after dark, once the bedroom door was shut. I'm still freaked when alone somewhere, I check every closet in my apartment each time I come home so I guess I was destined to be paranoid from a young age.

katie

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 sweater would come to life and eat me if I didn't wear it 24/7.

So guess what I wore all summer.Yep.Until I figured out that was not true,and then I was never afraid of my closet.

Until I saw Monsters,Inc.

Toilet-Esque

I used to believe that there was a ninja living on top of my wardrobe who would jump down at night and chop my arms off if I got out of bed. I also thought that if I let any of my arms or legs hang over the edge of my bed, they would be bitten off by lobsters!

Rebecca

i once went up to my mom and asked : mom why do clothes shrink in the wardrobe? i never realsed that i actually grew.

i also though trees made the wind because they moved wen the wind blew!

mimi

i used to believe that my house was actually the site of an ancient egyptian burial mound (i live in minnesota, but i LOVED egypt). i made myself treasure maps and headdresses and held "egyptian ceremonies." one rainy day, my friend and i found a panel in the back of my closet that could be removed, and we decided that a mummy was probably inside. we got ourselves all psyched up for the treasure that was buried with the mummy, and we got nervous too--there was a thunderstorm outside! finally i got the courage to peek behind the panel and --it was a mummy! or so i thought--upon closer inspection it was a heating pipe wrapped in white tape, but i was scared fpr years of the mummy in my closet, and i never opened the panel again.

ninabean

i used 2 believe when i left my closet door open at
night a skelleton would pop out and wave at me

bex

I use to believe that John Goodman hung in a trench coat in my closet at night and would peek out of it to scare me...Apparently the sitcom Rosanne scared the hell out of me

BilboBagns

I used to believe that if it was extremely quiet and if I thought loud enough that people would be able to hear me. Once I actually thought I heard myself :/

Herp McDerp

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

When I was a little kid, only me and my two older sisters were allowed in my mother's closet. My two older brothers would've KILLED to get in there, so we'd rub it in their faces and say that there was a cart on wheels in there behind the racks of Mum's clothes, and that it was like a roller coaster that would take us around the house.

My brothers believed us until one day they were home alone, and proved otherwise...

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!

when i was younger i used to believe that every thing my grandad said was true.He had once told me that under the cabnet in the corner of my room lived a gremlin called slime the slasher and that every night at exactly 2:45 he would come into my room and eat the last of my cookies and milk. And it always happend, but for some reason only when i stayed at my grandads house.And if I didnt leave him any he would eat me instead. I believed it untill I was 10, I am now 19 and do not believe in slime the slasher. But no thanks to me my 6 year old sister does!

Slime

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.

i used to believe that umpa lumpas live in my closet and they came out and danced around my bed while i was asleep to scare me! now my closet has no doors.

Anon

My brother had a stamp of two little feet - foot prints, and I guess one day while I was not in my room he went and stamped them all over my closet door. I honestly believed there was a little man living in my closet... looked for him all night and day. lol

Anon

Once when I was little I heard my dad referring to somebody as being "in the closet" and thought they really were locked inside of a closet somewhere and couldn't get out.
Then I met the guy in question and his boyfriend, and everything got cleared up.

Rach

I used to think that all closets were connected, so I wore stuff that belonged to somebody else and someone else wore my clothes. That made perfect sense as to why my clothes disappeared for a few days every week (obviously, they were being washed) I used scissors to cut a bit off my clothes, so I wouldn't get confused. My mom was so angry at me when she found out what I did. I can still see her face to this day.

Emi

I used to believe that if I didn't close my closet doors before I went to sleep a monster would come out to get me.

Anon

When I was about 10 years old, I watched the first Ghostbusters movie for the first time. I believed in two strange things after that. I believed that Gozer was hiding in my closet and was waiting to pop out and kill me, and I also believed that all of the Ghostbusters were in love with me and they were fighting with each other to marry me. Please don't ask, I don't know why...

Teresa

When I was younger the street lights used to shine through the trees in our front yard. I had a thick-ish curtain covering my (floor to ceiling) glass doors to my balcony and the image that projected onto the curtains from the lights and the trees looked like a man holding an axe about to kill someone.

I was so traumatised from sleeping in that room just from trees and lights.

Overimagination from that led me to think for years that there was someone hiding under my bed and in my closet ready to jump out and get me.

Anon