Monsters in your room......

I AM the monster in the closet. Probably eating the pie I hid there.

I made it up to 11 years old without thinking twice about monsters until my mom said one night "let me close your closet door so you wont see the short man that I saw as a child when I was sleeping." It was then when the prospect of things going bump in the night followed my dreams into nightmares.

I made it up to 11 years old without thinking twice about monsters until my mom said one night "let me close your closet door so you wont see the short man that I saw as a child when I was sleeping." It was then when the prospect of things going bump in the night followed my dreams into nightmares.

wow dude, your mom sucks

she trolled me hard

It wasn't until the night I watched the Exorcist when I was 8 or 9 (yah... thanks dad! @sshole), that stuff in my room started creeping me out. It also explains my fascination with pea soup!

I knew that if I got up to go to the loo, I just HAD to get back to my room before the light went completely out in the bathroom

I still run

I felt safest UNDER my bed growing up. There WAS a monster in my room. He used to stand beside my bed. One night I woke up and he was there, petting my hair, whispering my name. I've never felt anything so cold in my life (I can remember the touch of his hand so vividly). ): Freaked me out big time. But things got worse when he started calling me in for supper when I'd be playing in the yard (there were no males in the family but a male voice would call my name until I would come into the house every night around supper time). Before that point I could pretend I was just having weird dreams but when you're wide awake and start hearing the 'night voice' calling you into the house? That's when **** gets weird.

After I moved out of that house I found out the family who lived there before were brutally murdered. Apparently it was occupied by a man, woman and child (a little girl my age). I formulated the theory that his spirit haunts the house and he took a liking to me because I reminded him of his daughter (he always called MY name, not hers. And weirdly enough he called my PROPER name, not the name everyone called me - nobody used my proper name. Ever. Except him).

This is the stuff movies are made from but I lived it and it's probably why I'm so messed up. :P

Edited to Add: I wasn't allowed to watch scary movies as a kid. I wasn't even allowed to watch Disney cartoons! I grew up on Coronation Street and Hockey. :P

No wonder we all have issues...look at the fine parenting example our parents displayed!
My mom let me watch the exorcist too...I saw that disgusting face for years in my bedroom!

We lived across the street from the cemetery. When I was 4 my mom said it was time to give up my security blanket right before going to bed one night. I cried and cried. She brought it outside and crossed the street and put it on the fence. Said I cd have it back but I'd have to go get it...*****

they weren't in the closet or under the bed...lord knows where they were, all I know was I had to have a duvet over me at all times, I couldn't stick my leg out until it was light outside, and to this day I can not sleep without some sort of cover or duvet (it also needs to be thick enough), no matter how hot or sweaty it gets !! phahaa

I wasn't afraid of monsters under my bed or even in my room. What scared me was a closed shower curtain in the bathroom. People, DO NOT let your children watch "The Shining"!

i was more afraid of ghosts than monsters. idk.