monsters

My uncle once told me that a big cat lived in the movie theater and if you dangled your legs over the chair it would sneak up under you and suck on your legs till they fell off. I was scared of movie theaters for years.

JessieWessie

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I believed there were Skeletons that would walk right behnd you wherever you went. They would be the exact same size as you and when you turned behind to try to get a glimpse of them, they would dissapear.

Takua1

When I was about six, I used to believe that when I got out of bed in the night to go to the bathroom that if I didn't get back to bed as quickly as possible, I would be attacked by monsters hiding in the shadows. I'm 23 now and it's still a big problem when I'm home alone.

Michelle

Being extremely shielded as a kid, I was never allowed to watch Power Rangers. However, that didn’t stop a buttload of Power Ranger commercials from warping my seven-year-old brain. For fun, I convinced myself that if I remained in a dark room for more than ten seconds, the creepy witch villain from the Power Rangers would manifest herself and kill me in some fantastic way. What started as a game eventually became a debilitating fear, to the point that I regressed to sleeping with the light on. I think I just sort of forget about it one day and was cured for good.

Kay

I (rather oddly) believed that the lightswitch on my grandmother's hallway wall - which was actually the bathroom light switch - was sentient, malevolent, and biding it's time (not quite in those terms, but every kid knows what it's like to just KNOW something is evil). It's switch looked like a beak, and the screws were it's eyes. It chased me through my dreams for months, and I still can't quite figure out why I fixated on the damn thing!

trishtrash

I remember when I was younger, I believed that monsters only lived in the rooms with carpet. I made the assumption that the monsters preferred carpet rather than wood floors either because carpets were more comfortable or because wood flooring was colder. I always tried to avoid the carpeted rooms as much as possible. But if I had to go onto the carpets, I'd run!

Kelsey

Does anyone remember the Stephen King movie "Cat's Eye"? I must have been about 10 years old when it was broadcast on television; the cat-lover I am, I was compelled to watch it...
The horrid little troll in the final story was the subject of my nightmares for years. My room in the attic had cracked walls and I was ever afraid something evil would come out to steal my breath.

when I was 14, the movie was on TV again and I thought it would be good therapy to watch again. After all, I was older and knew the troll was fake. *bites lip* My nightmares came back scarier than ever.

Now, I am 27 years old... about three years ago I found Cat's Eye on dvd for a fair price and bought it. Never plucked up enough courage to watch it for a third time, though.

Kaye

When I was young I used to believe that zombies were real. And so, one Halloween when my older brother dressed as a zombie, I thought he had actually turned into one, and ran away from home for a good few days. My parents had to call the police and everything. I must have been about five? I don't think my brother ever got over the guilt of making me run away and get abducted! I think if I had been sexually abused it would have probably killed him, although being a zombie, it's unlikely he would have noticed! ial

Mike Stanage

When I was little, like four or five, I believed that people traveling the other way on the highway or freeway or any way opposite than us were trying to get away from a monster up ahead. So every time I saw a bunch of cars traveling very fast in the opposite direction I would cry and beg my mom to turn around too.

Anon

When I was little, there was a barn just outside my window. On the side of the barn was a wooden ramp used for loading livestock (usually cattle) onto trucks. The streetlight cast a shadow at night that to my young mind looked just like the grim reaper. Every night the grim reaper would appear and keep a long vigil. Worse, the window was at the foot of my bed. I begged my parents to get blinds because it terrified me!

Javajoinjun

I used to believe that Count Chocula on the cereal box was a actually real humongous animated character that lived across my street in the woods. & that he wanted to eat me.

Betsi

I used to believe that my parents' cars turned into monsters at night, and if I ever had to go into the garage at night I had to get out as fast as possible or get EATEN!

Amanda

You know the hole at the top of the sink to prevent overflow, I thought there was a monster down there and always tried to pour water down it to drown the monster.

Anon

When I was in elementary school, the gymnasium had a big vent-like thing over the basketball hoops. The gym teacher told us that a kissy monster lived up there and would blow kisses at us.

Liz G.

When I was small I had a very vivid imagination fostered by a love of reading anything I could get my hands on. Alot of it was science fiction and fantasy. So I was afraid of the dark in general, as my mind was often racing around the fiction it harbored. I believed the dark house was the hiding place of many a monster or alien. Under the beds, in my closets, just outside the bedroom window. You name it they were there. Well in order to thwart the monsters getting me when I woke at night thirsty or in need of the bathroom, I was convinced that if I called out to my parents and asked them if I could get up to do what I needed to. To me the voice/voices of my parents would clear my path to the bathroom because the monsters would know my parents were awake and that my father or mother would fight them for me and win. My parents and I laugh about that now. But they always answered.

Molly G.

There was a big window over my parents bed. I used think that a giant would walk through the streets every night peer into people's windows to look at sleeping children. Whenever I slept in my parents bed I would hide way down in the covers so that the giant wouldn't see me.
I would picture him looking in the window and saying to himself, "Nope, no sleeping children here."

SarGeek

i used to believr that a goblin lived in my elevator shaft and controlled the elevator movement. this idea was given to me by the janitor who thought it would be funny to scare me....it worked, i never went in the lift in that building again, and 10 flights of stairs is alot for a wee boy!!!

tha_man

My cousin, Heather told me when I was about 5-7 that there was a boogie-man living in my grandmother's fernace. I asked her "I can't see it, is the boogie-man really in there?" and she'd say "He can see you, but you can't see him." I believed this since age 10.

Sailorlove90

I used to believe that whenever it got dark, a werewolf, or two, would be wandering around in my house, lokking for me. I would always run to and from the bathroom at night, and when i got into my room, i would quickly shut the door, but only after making sure that the werewolves hadn't got into my room.

i am fourteen now, and i still am scared of being on my own in my house after dark!!!!

THE HUNTED

When I was younger not a lot scared me, but at night when I was trying to sleep, and I could hear my heart beating, I was convinced that the two bad guys from Home Alone were coming to get me. I also had an irrational fear of Mr. Bean and had recurring nightmares that he would drag me out of my bed and poke me in the eyes till I went blind.

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