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Mine hid under the bed, and I don't recall it having form or image. I just remember hopping onto my bed as quickly as possible, and when I got out of it, scooting away from it quickly like something under there was going to grab my ankles.

Ah, the fears of childhood!

What wasin my pants

What a lovely topic. Mine was thunder, I thought it was God getting mad!

In the Headmasters study.

anyone ever see the movie legend of boggy creek

Mine was a gray scaly ghosty man and he rose from under the bed.
If I put my feet down, I'd be scared he'd grab them and pull me under so I used to LEAP from the bed to the door if I needed to go to the bathroom.
I recall I had a name for him but memory evades me.

My childhood monsters were everyone who had died before me, that I felt could see everything I did, every moment of the day and night. No getting away from them. My parents had told me that the dead looked out for us and this was how I interpreted it.

Defiant little beggar what I was though, I did anything I wanted to do regardless of whether they were looking or not. I never let anything bother me, living or dead.

Mine was the boogeyman.

I was like 7 or 8 when I watched Halloween. We didn't argue with what my father wanted to watch on tv.

That movie haunts me to this day still. I can't stomach horror movies at all.

yup and there are still sightings, it is in arkansas, just like big foot of the northwest

Not for the same traumatic reason, but neither can I.

it scared me pretty good...my older brother wouldn't go to the bathroom at night after we saw that

Isn't it awful when you get a dose of the heebie jeebies?!
I remember after watching The Omen, sneakily mind you, through the crack in the door....
I kept on thinking the wind whistling outside was a devils voice or something and my lil heart was beating so hard in my chest and you can feel the fear rise through you.

Used to scare myself shitless!

Mine was the damn sliipers a ghost kept walking around in outside my bedroom... God I hated that sound but was too scared to open the door and yell at the ghost to take off those damn slippers your driving me crazy ...

Ever watched the series on MTV called, 'Fear'?

They would take a group of kids and send them to randomly so called haunted locations and one by one they were required to scope the place out by themselves with a camera hooked on the head. Whoever was left by the end of the few days of investigating split some money.

That freaked me out.

Hell, I have a hard time watching Ghost Hunters which I actually enjoy because I've experience the supernatural myself.

But I hate the feeling of almost going #2 standing up.

I'm obsessed with the supernatural, yet I'm dubious about Gods existence.
There are defo some eerie beings out there.
Ya don't get that sickly, instinctive reaction for just nothing.

What FREAKS me out, Ozzy kitty is always looking at one corner in the kitchen, he just stares!

My father sat at the dinner table next to me.

I saw PSYCHO when I was 18 and when I went home from the date, the bathroom door was closed and I didn't want to go in there. I cried and forced myself to open the door. I was absolutely scared to death.

I've got a story about being confronted with a spirit in a friends home on halloween. It's a long story, I'll probably save it for my blog I suppose ... but an old college friend of mine used to live in this house which was as creepy as the amityville house, and for years his little brother who was like 7 or 8 at the time kept playing with this imaginary friend he'd call Bobby.

My college friend thought he was just being a kid until a lot of freaky stuff started happening. Like misplacing keys, an ouji board that kept returning in the same closet even after they say there and watched it burn...among countless other things.

Then one day, he was talking to his neighbor about all this freaky stuff that was happening and how his little brother keeps talking to this imaginary friend he called Bobby.

Their neighbor stop him and said it was kind of a coincidence because the family that lived in that house before them had an infant child named Bobby who died of Leukemia.

Freaky stuff.

And that's just one of many things about that house.

Sorry...that last part did crack me up, and I have to agree. Nope, no haunted houses or trails for me, either.

I have no problem with real spirits, though. I've always been a bit surrounded by them, and have had small children curl up on my lap for a nap during seances, and cats knead my lap while working OT (when it wasn't so populated). I'd rather walk into a real haunted house than one of those Halloween things full of people trying to scare the crap out of you.