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A monster in your closet? or under the bed? What did he look like??? With all the active imaginations around here, I'm sure there were several incarnations...
And-- not having very high hopes for the movie-- but it has got me thinking about my childhood "boogeyman."
He was invisible and lived under my bed and had a really sharp machete and would chop off any piece of my body that might hang off over the side of the bed. To this day, it unnerves me to hang a limb off the side of the bed!
I never really had a monster in the closet, or under the bed.
But I was scared to death thinking what could be outside my window at night (Werewolf, Kothoga, etc.).
Still am, by the way. [img]wink.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/hmmm.gif[/img]
Once I almost jumped from a third floor in the school, when I was like 6 years. There was an earthquake and some child shouted:
<font size="8">GODZILLA !!!!</font>
Mine was a 16 legged Spider creature. I still get unnerved when I realize some part of me is out from the covers over the edge :confused"
Derived from a stint in the boy scouts where I went camping and awoke the next morning with spiders on my face and neck. - never was the same about them after that - they use to not bother me. Now - I go on spider-hunts with an air rifle (no ammo)
Man! It's so weird! I never had any cool boogyman!
The only thing I can remember like that was the first time I saw Jaws, I had trouble sleeping because I didn't want Jaws to come out from under my bed, and eat me! [img]confused.gif[/img]
...Of course there wasn't water under my bed....I was just dumb!
Wereolves and Godzilla and Spiders oh my!
I used to also have dreams about King Kong running around in my neighborhood.
I had this guy on my closet door-
no Boogyman for me~
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I was terrified of aliens. I actually had insomnia as a child because I was too afraid to sleep. I thought they'd beam through my window and get me (I watched way too many episodes of unsolved mysteries).
I thought they were like the common idea of aliens..gray in color, big heads, huge almond shaped black eyes with no whites..spindly fingers and skinny bodies. Little more than oddly formed skeletons with some skin stretched over them, really.
I also had a terrible fear of disembodied glowing eyes. It sounds odd, yes, but when I was a child I read many books on supposedly true encounters with the supernatural. One story mentioned someone looking out of their window one night and seeing a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at them. That freaked me out far more than any other ghostly thing I read about..for months I wouldn't look out of the windows at night, lest I see a pair of glowing eyes.
So I guess my boogeyman was an alien with glowing red eyes, if you want to combine the two. heh.
These days my "boogeyman" is something in my dreams that lurks in the woods behind my house. Ever since we've lived here, I've had nightmares about some sort of danger in there. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a beast, sometimes it's more like a faceless, formless fear..just the knowledge that there is something in there that wishes me a great deal of harm. I generally have dreams about it three or four times a week.
My boogieman? My mother. I'm a regular Freudian textbook case. [img]wink.gif[/img]
growing up we had a neighbor, Mr. Feller, who had bees. the ONLY time he was outside his house he was in his bee keepers outfit and/or covered in bees. If you were even in eyesite of him he would yell for you to get away. creepy.
my mom said his mother lived with him and died while he was away for a month...and wasnt found till he got home. [img]frown.gif[/img]
thanks mom! good story for a 6 yr old!!!
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">YIKES! It sounds like "those we do not speak of..." [img]wink.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by Tortricidae:
These days my "boogeyman" is something in my dreams that lurks in the woods behind my house. Ever since we've lived here, I've had nightmares about some sort of danger in there. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a beast, sometimes it's more like a faceless, formless fear..just the knowledge that there is something in there that wishes me a great deal of harm. I generally have dreams about it three or four times a week.
Seriously, that's an unsettling feeling!
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">On the contrary, I think I would've enjoyed that story if my mom told me at age 6. [img]tongue.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by bonedust:
growing up we had a neighbor, Mr. Feller, who had bees. the ONLY time he was outside his house he was in his bee keepers outfit and/or covered in bees. If you were even in eyesite of him he would yell for you to get away. creepy.
my mom said his mother lived with him and died while he was away for a month...and wasnt found till he got home. [img]frown.gif[/img]
thanks mom! good story for a 6 yr old!!!
Mr. Darnell, my seventh grade algebra teacher. He was a flamboyant queen who wore high water pants and always had his tie tucked into them.
I'll always remember him yelling,
" My Dear Aunt Sally. Multiply, Divide, Add, Subtract." while he was waving a limp wrist at us.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">YIKES! It sounds like "those we do not speak of..." [img]wink.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by dizzzzy:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Tortricidae:
These days my "boogeyman" is something in my dreams that lurks in the woods behind my house. Ever since we've lived here, I've had nightmares about some sort of danger in there. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a beast, sometimes it's more like a faceless, formless fear..just the knowledge that there is something in there that wishes me a great deal of harm. I generally have dreams about it three or four times a week.
Seriously, that's an unsettling feeling!</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">If that's the case, it's probably your neighbors or own family members dressed up. [img]wink.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">What is it about moms? [img]wink.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by bonedust:
thanks mom! good story for a 6 yr old!!!
In my case, it was my dad. In the early days of VCRs (when they were still huge and expensive and top-loading), I took in, by the age of 9, The Excorsit, The Omen, Evil Dead, Children of the Corn, Amityville Horror, The Sound of Music--you name it. A scary movie has failed to scare me since then. [img]tongue.gif[/img]
...but seriously...I am my boogeyman. I stalked this pathetic mortal shell to its home, seized its weak body, consumed its soul and assumed its place on this plane of reality. The moral of the story? All those hideous things you puny fleshbags fear are real.
Sleep well!
[img]graemlins/bat.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">...you need to cast it out, if you can, or simply draw a line, which is simpler. Just march right to the woods, indicate a line between them and your house and tell it "That side is yours, this side is mine, and you are not welcome here." Say it aloud if you have to. Keep saying it to yourself whenever you think of it or after these dreams. It cannot encroach upon what is yours unless you let it. You are flesh and real, your will is stronger. Trust me.Quote:
Originally posted by Tortricidae:
These days my "boogeyman" is something in my dreams that lurks in the woods behind my house. Ever since we've lived here, I've had nightmares about some sort of danger in there. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a beast, sometimes it's more like a faceless, formless fear..just the knowledge that there is something in there that wishes me a great deal of harm. I generally have dreams about it three or four times a week.
And yes, I am serious.
"I'm your boogieman....that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
be it early morning, late afternoon
or at midnight, it's never too soon to
want to please you, to want to keep you;
I want to do it all, all for you.
I want to be your rubber ball
I want to be the one you love most all
Oh yeah!!!
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man,
turn me on
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
I'll do what you want
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
turn me on
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
I'll do what you want
I'm your boogie man, that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early morning, late afternoon
or at midnight, it's never too soon to
want to take you , to want to hold you;
I want to give my all, all to you
And I want you to completely understand
just where I'm at and where I am, Oh yeah
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
turn me on, I'm your boogie man
I'm your boogie man, I'll do what you want.
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
I'm your boogie man
turn me on
I'm your boogie man, I'm your boogie man
I'll do what you want
I'm your boogie man, that's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early morning, late afternoon
or at midnight, it's never too soon
I want to be with you, I want to be with
you.
Yeah, we'll be together, you and me
I want to see you; ah
Get near you, I want to love you, ah
from sundown -sun up. Oh yeah.
Oh yeah!!!"
*MM4 realizes that everybody is looking at him....
*Runs away
CLOOOOWWWWWWNNNNNSSSSSS!!!
I never really made up what one looked like, but I have a closet at the end of my bed (and it's a small room) so when we just moved here when I was young, I would always think a body, or someone was in there
I was a crazy little bastard too, I made up a whole scenario how he would bust of there, try to attack me, people would chase, him, and he'd jump out the window, or somethign crazy like that
...then I started the medication [img]wink.gif[/img]
BIGFOOT. The only problem was that I lived in the South and the 'sighting's were up north a bit. Well, except for the Boggey Creek movie where 'he' was in Arkansas which was closer, lol.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Perhaps you should start back.Quote:
Originally posted by toymank:
I never really made up what one looked like, but I have a closet at the end of my bed (and it's a small room) so when we just moved here when I was young, I would always think a body, or someone was in there
I was a crazy little bastard too, I made up a whole scenario how he would bust of there, try to attack me, people would chase, him, and he'd jump out the window, or somethign crazy like that
...then I started the medication [img]wink.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">...you need to cast it out, if you can, or simply draw a line, which is simpler. Just march right to the woods, indicate a line between them and your house and tell it "That side is yours, this side is mine, and you are not welcome here." Say it aloud if you have to. Keep saying it to yourself whenever you think of it or after these dreams. It cannot encroach upon what is yours unless you let it. You are flesh and real, your will is stronger. Trust me.Quote:
Originally posted by -Dark Angel-:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Tortricidae:
These days my "boogeyman" is something in my dreams that lurks in the woods behind my house. Ever since we've lived here, I've had nightmares about some sort of danger in there. Sometimes it's a person, sometimes it's a beast, sometimes it's more like a faceless, formless fear..just the knowledge that there is something in there that wishes me a great deal of harm. I generally have dreams about it three or four times a week.
And yes, I am serious.</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">its taxes...and you cannot cast them out [img]wink.gif[/img]
*wonders if Tortri is still using the tinfoil hat* [img]wink.gif[/img]
I cn't recall what freaked me out as a kid.
everything, probably. [img]redface.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [img]eek.gif[/img] [img]confused.gif[/img] [img]graemlins/cry.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by bonedust:
its taxes...and you cannot cast them out [img]wink.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Sounds like an account from The Amityville Horror. The father used to see the red glowing eyes of Jody, his daughter's imaginary friend that sometimes took the form of a pig.Quote:
Originally posted by Tortricidae:
I also had a terrible fear of disembodied glowing eyes. It sounds odd, yes, but when I was a child I read many books on supposedly true encounters with the supernatural. One story mentioned someone looking out of their window one night and seeing a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at them.
I don't like windows, especially sliding glass doors. I have this recurring irrational fear that I'm going to turn on my back porch light and see someone or something staring back at me. The funniest one is turning on the light to see Bigfoot eating some of the cat's food.
Some stuff just stays with me.
I'm a fan of the HBO show Autopsy, and one episode was about sex crimes. The last story was about a doctor from Key West (a few hours south of Miami) who fell in love with his patient, who had TB. Long story short, he stole her dead body and lived with it for years (he also had "relations" with it), until the police took the body back, conducted an autopsy, put it on public display
( [img]eek.gif[/img] ), and re-buried it without telling him the location.
What stuck with me was the image of the death mask the body wore, which was almost like a porcelain doll's face.
<Shivers>
Jaws!!
Still won't go in the ocean over that movie. [img]biggrin.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I saw that episode! he kept rebuilding her face with scraps of wax and silk and such, and had inserted a tube inside her for..ah..easier relations. god, it was freaky.Quote:
Originally posted by White Line Nightmare:
I'm a fan of the HBO show Autopsy, and one episode was about sex crimes. The last story was about a doctor from Key West (a few hours south of Miami) who fell in love with his patient, who had TB. Long story short, he stole her dead body and lived with it for years (he also had "relations" with it), until the police took the body back, conducted an autopsy, put it on public display
( [img]eek.gif[/img] ), and re-buried it without telling him the location.
What stuck with me was the image of the death mask the body wore, which was almost like a porcelain doll's face.
<Shivers>
the bad thing about when I saw that show was the fact that it was about 2 AM when they aired it, my boyfriend was asleep beside me, and he has a door in his bedroom that leads directly outside.
it was a windy night, and that door is prone to blowing open if it's not shut tight and locked. well, he'd forgotten to lock it, and the wind blew it open right as they were showing pictures of the dead woman.
yeah, I shrieked and started shaking Adam in a vain attempt to wake him up (he sleeps like a log) so he could go shut the door and make sure there were no crazy corpse obsessed doctors lurking anywhere.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Sounds like an account from The Amityville Horror. The father used to see the red glowing eyes of Jody, his daughter's imaginary friend that sometimes took the form of a pig.Quote:
Originally posted by White Line Nightmare:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Tortricidae:
I also had a terrible fear of disembodied glowing eyes. It sounds odd, yes, but when I was a child I read many books on supposedly true encounters with the supernatural. One story mentioned someone looking out of their window one night and seeing a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at them.
</font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">That probably was the story, as the amityville horror appears in just about every single book on the supernatural that I've read. It's almost impossible to find one that doesn't mention it.
ah, this brings back so many.... sleepness nights [img]eek.gif[/img] [img]tongue.gif[/img]
I also had all sorts of fears about like, the normal shit of peopel standing in my doorway while im sleeping, that, and outside my bedroom door is the stairs that go down to outside (I live on the second floor) I always imagined someone coming up them at night, and looking at me as they came up, and then the "oh my god it's a killer!" type of stuff
plus plenty of monster crap
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">...which is strange in light of it having been proven a complete hoax... [img]confused.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by Tortricidae:
That probably was the story, as the amityville horror appears in just about every single book on the supernatural that I've read. It's almost impossible to find one that doesn't mention it.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">...which is strange in light of it having been proven a complete hoax... [img]confused.gif[/img] </font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">yeah I know. One would think that they'd stop including it in books that are supposed to be "true" accounts. But perhaps they still publish it because it's so very well known and somehow is still widely accepted as being true.Quote:
Originally posted by -Dark Angel-:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Tortricidae:
That probably was the story, as the amityville horror appears in just about every single book on the supernatural that I've read. It's almost impossible to find one that doesn't mention it.
Okay, now we all get to go dream tonight and report back tomorrow of all the f***ed up dreams we had after reading all these stories!
oh, not to mention I seriously had a dream when I was little of being chased by Hulk Hogan... or he was being chased with me, I forget, but the Hulkamaniac was innit! [img]tongue.gif[/img]
Why Guyver can't sleep in a room with wood floors...........
(True story)
(forgive the spelling errors, typing fast)
When I was growing up my family was poor. The only place that my parents could afford for us to live with enough room was a run down house with no carpets on the floors, peeling wallpaper and lots of drafts.
My brother and I shared a room together at the back of the house. and I (being the bigger brother) had to sleep on the bottom bunk. Every night I would wake up to a scraping noise coming from under my bed. After a month of getting little sleep from thinking about monsters under the bed I got the guts to look. Nothing. But the scratching noise was louder. I put my ear to the wood floor and the noise was coming from under the floor. I jumped back in bed and stayed awake till the next morning and told my mom. She said it was mice or rats under the floor and not to worry about it.
A few days later I was in the back yard helping my dad remove some trash that had been piled up on the back of the house (right under my bedroom window). Under an old box spring we fond the oddest thing. A little set of brick steps. They were one brick wide deep on each step and 4 bricks wide. The led down a few feet to a small wooden door that my dad told me was a crawl space under the house (under my bedroom window). It had a little handel and a old rusted pad lock on it (locked).
That night I heard the scratching again. This time All I could think of was the little door and the little steps. No sleep.
The next day I was helping my dad with the last of the trash. A neighbor came over to give us a hand. I can't remember the guys name but he was talking to my dad about the little door. he said he had never seen it before and was laughing at the little steps. He asked my dad if he knew the people who had lived here before us. He said no and the guy started in with the "Bad Neighbor" stories. About how the Father was a drunk and the mom was a mousie lil lady. They had a kid who was retarded and that they sent him off to a home. The father was then arested after stealing some money from his job and the mother had gone crazy (you know, the standard "freaky neighbors" story) and the house had set empty for a while before we moved in.
REMEMBER
This is a TRUE story.
That night I was too tired to not sleep but had freaky dreams about the little door and a bunch of small people living under the house. I was spooked by that thought for a long time. A month or so later we had a pipe break under the house and my dad had to go into the crawl space to fix it. When he broke the lock off the door I held my breath as he opened it. It swong open and it was so dark. I will always remember how dark it looked at first. My dad lit a flashlight, squated down and went in.
He started cussing about the pipe and came back out. he left the flashlight on the steps and went in to call the landlord. I took the light and looked into the crawl space. It was just a big dirty gap between the house and the ground. I could see the underside of the boards that were my bedroom floor and it looked to me like someone had clawed at the bottom of them. Long splintery grooves could be seen on them. I looked around a little more. I found a little plastic cave man. You know, the ones that are about the same size of littel green army men. Anywho, I also found a toy dump truck and a lot of other kids toys in a corner. I even found a little red and blue striped t-shirt. I brought everything I found out and showed it to my dad. He wanted me to tell him where I had found the shirt. I did. He went back in and came back out a few minuts later. He said nothing. He went to the phone and called someone. Five minuts after that the cops and the landloard pulled up to the house. My dad took the cop to the crawl space and when they came back out the cop called someone on his radio and told us that we would have to go someplace else for the night. They put us up in a motel for the night.
We went back to the house the next day to get some stuff cuz we were told we had to stay in the motel for a bit longer. The floor in my room was ripped up and the doorway was taped off.
I never went back to that house. As a matter of fact the land lord set us up in a new place that was alot better than that place. My parents would go back to the house for our stuff and acted like nothing was going on.
When I got older I was able to put it all together.
The people who had lived there before us had kept there retared son in the crawl space when he had become to hard to take care of. He had died down there and my dad found his bones in the same spot I found the shirt.
So I never found out what was making the scraping sounds but I have my Ideas and they keep me from sleeping in rooms with wood floors.
Two weird/odd type dreams I used to have when I was little-
The Hulk Jump dream-I had this one a bunch of times, where I'd travel all over jumping like the Hulk does.
The Between the Walls Dream-lots of times I found myself in a hallway that was between the walls.....never scary, but never really found out what was in there-
kind of a bummer..........
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">HOLY SH*********************T!!!!!!!! Guyver, that is just so sad. I'm soooo sorry no one believed you and didn't inspect it any sooner. Thank god you never went back to that house. I hope they found the animals who did this and fried them! [img]mad.gif[/img]Quote:
Originally posted by Guyver:
Why Guyver can't sleep in a room with wood floors...........
(True story)
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">HOLY SH*********************T!!!!!!!! Guyver, that is just so sad. I'm soooo sorry no one believed you and didn't inspect it any sooner. Thank god you never went back to that house. I hope they found the animals who did this and fried them! [img]mad.gif[/img] </font><hr /></blockquote><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">The part thats realy freaky is that the kid had to have been dead before we moved in. My dad told me they only found bones. I still have no clue what the scratching noise I heard was.Quote:
Originally posted by dizzzzy:
</font><blockquote><font size="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">quote:</font><hr /><font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Originally posted by Guyver:
Why Guyver can't sleep in a room with wood floors...........
(True story)
that is just...fucked up.... damn
SHIT
Now, how Am I suppose to sleep tonight!
I felt pretty safe in my bedroom.And I liked playig in the basement but when I had to come up from the basement at night I would always run up after closing the lights and I always felt that someone was running after me. Just telling it makes me shiver.
I had a recurring dream as a kid tha would meake me leave my room and go sleep on the ground in my parents room. I was dreaming that I was in an all white room my back against a wall while a big dragon like monster was coming and I was screaming but not sound would come out of my mouth.