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When I was a very small child around 3 or 4 I was very tickleish and also scared to death of the attic at night.I was told by my oder siblings that monster lived up there at night so I wouldn't go anywhere near it.
One night I dreamed that the monster came and grabbed me out of bed and took me up to the attic.Once there they started to all tickle me.I remember laughing so long I couldn't laugh anymore.When I woke up the next morning I was in the attic and haven't been ticleish a day since! This is an honest to goodness true story and to this day I have no idea how I got up in the attic?
Quote from: toysoldierman2001 on May 29, 2009, 08:30:17 PM
When I was a very small child around 3 or 4 I was very tickleish and also scared to death of the attic at night.I was told by my oder siblings that monster lived up there at night so I wouldn't go anywhere near it.
One night I dreamed that the monster came and grabbed me out of bed and took me up to the attic.Once there they started to all tickle me.I remember laughing so long I couldn't laugh anymore.When I woke up the next morning I was in the attic and haven't been ticleish a day since! This is an honest to goodness true story and to this day I have no idea how I got up in the attic?
The answer is simple. Evil clowns my friend,evil clowns. They can make you laugh til you laugh no more. And then many many years later they show up in the night and make you
SCREEEEEEAM
Lester, I know you have some crazy Halloween displays up in October! lol.
I like the corpse coming up from the ground, thats creepy as hell.
So's the clown.
I unearthed a couple of relevant topics for some of our newer members-
The work of Joshua Hoffine:
http://www.universalmonsterarmy.com/forum/index.php?topic=1960.0 (http://www.universalmonsterarmy.com/forum/index.php?topic=1960.0)
And here's one about monster dreams:
http://www.universalmonsterarmy.com/forum/index.php?topic=3476.0 (http://www.universalmonsterarmy.com/forum/index.php?topic=3476.0)
Enjoy!
I was an impressionalbe kid, but honestly, my childhood fears consisted of worries & bad dreams over something dreadful befalling my loved ones, or pets. Just as they are today.
We had a set of steps into our basement just like the ones that the little girl is walking down. Our furnace was behind that. I was terrified. Because there were no backs to the steps, things would fall through there. Sometimes we could get them out sometimes we couldn't. There was one thing that we just couldn't get. My dad was too big to fit behind there, but I was little so he lifted me into the back of those stairs, behind that furnace. I got whatever it was and he lifted me out. I forgot all about that until I saw that girl on the stairs. It didn't leave me wanting to be an ax murderer, and I don't think I'm psychotic due to that little experience. However, I was terrified that the washing machine would run and catch me and put me inside of it and wash me. I never did get caught by that awful washing machine..........does anybody have an ax?
Those are some twisted images, I love 'em.
I hated walking home at night from my friend's house, I always walked down the middle of the road.
Sometimes I would whistle or sing a song, sometimes I carried on a conversation with myself, using other voices.
To make it sound like I wasnt alone, I didnt have a flashlight, and living in the country, it's pitch black at night.
Sometimes I had a bic lighter, and would flick it for a 1sec little burst of light.
My folks told me you wouldnt be scared if ya didnt watch all those horror movies at night.
Am I scared nowadays, nah I'm older now, and plus I have a shotgun to scare away those creatures that lurk in the dark.
Joshua does some pretty cool work. He has maybe a dozen or so other horror images along these same lines but these are my favorites. I'd love to have these small poster size.
QuoteAm I scared nowadays, nah I'm older now, and plus I have a shotgun to scare away those creatures that lurk in the dark.
AH yes, Dr.
But do you have a silver bullet or a wooden stake? Those would work better.
Quote from: ChattyLMS on May 29, 2009, 10:35:31 PM
We had a set of steps into our basement just like the ones that the little girl is walking down. Our furnace was behind that. I was terrified. Because there were no backs to the steps, things would fall through there. Sometimes we could get them out sometimes we couldn't. There was one thing that we just couldn't get. My dad was too big to fit behind there, but I was little so he lifted me into the back of those stairs, behind that furnace. I got whatever it was and he lifted me out. I forgot all about that until I saw that girl on the stairs. It didn't leave me wanting to be an ax murderer, and I don't think I'm psychotic due to that little experience. However, I was terrified that the washing machine would run and catch me and put me inside of it and wash me. I never did get caught by that awful washing machine..........does anybody have an ax?
Our garage was underneath the house. The house proper started on the second floor. My grandfather built the place back in the 30s, and it was where my father grew up. In fact, dad and mom slept in the master bedroom in which he was born, which I always thought was pretty cool.
When we moved into the house it had a trap door right in the middle of the kitchen which led directly down to the garage. I'm assuming it was for convenience to avoid having to go outside to get down there in a New England winter, since the furnace and washing machine and stuff was down there.
Anyway, dad eventually covered over the trap door with new flooring, but it always stuck in my head since we always see the trap doors in the haunted castles and laboratories in everything from science fiction to the Munsters (which I watched every day after school).
So, to me, the garage was pretty creepy. Even creepier was one room under the house, completely isolated from everything else. Couldn't get to it from the trap door, couldn't get to it from the garage,though there was a small gap in the wall up by the rafters where you could look into the haunted garage. Just a little 8X10 stone room under the playroom where we used to store our bikes and sleds and stuff.
Unlit........cold........and where grandpa was rumored to have hidden quite a bit of money inside the walls somewhere. Grandpa loved his money and didn't want anyone, not even a bank, touching it. Oh, did I mention that we moved into the house when dad bought it off Grandma, after Grandpa hung himself from the porch directly over that little room??
Yeah. That's important.
Well anyway, I decided to poke around the little nooks and crannies in that stone room one day looking for grandpa's hidden money. I closed the wooden door behind me because I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing, and had a little kiddie flashlight with me because there were no windows. Well, I looked up in the rafters, in the little cubbyholes, behind the accumulated stuff from the last 50 years with dust and cobwebs and strange little scurrying sounds freaking me out.
After giving up (nobody ever found grandpa's hidden stash) I tried to leave, only to find that the stinking door was stuck. So I'm trapped in there in the dark with a dying flashlight, already creeped out by the garage area under the house to begin with, afraid to yell out because I didn't want anyone to know I was looking for dead grandpa's hidden money. I don't know if I had shut the door on some small piece of junk or rock that jammed it under the threshold or what, but that door would NOT budge.........and finally the flashlight wasn't working anymore either.
I'm smacking the flashlight and just getting a flicker, I'm shoving against the door to no avail, and the fear is beginning to creep up into my throat. I've got the images running through my 7 or 8 year old mind of Grandpa coming back from the dead, still wearing his noose, to exact his revenge on me for trying to steal his hidden treasure........ crawling in from the garage through that little space at the top of the wall to get me.
I don't know how or why, but the door suddenly swung open while I was throwing myself against it, sending me sprawling through the doorway and onto the asphalt driveway. I was a study in perpetual motion, as the momentum from flying through the door sent me onto the asphalt and up scurrying across the driveway, acdross the lawn, and under the enormous oak tree beside the house, panting, sweating, my heart pounding through my chest.
I just stared at that door for a few minutes to see if anything was going to follow me out. Nothing did. But I never closed that door behind me again, and I never even THOUGHT about looking for grandpa's money anymore.
Quote from: LundyAfterMidnight on May 29, 2009, 09:57:16 PM
I was an impressionalbe kid, but honestly, my childhood fears consisted of worries & bad dreams over something dreadful befalling my loved ones, or pets. Just as they are today.
You arent alone with that!..There may have been a few things that creeped me out as a kid, one of em is pretty funny..there was this weird looking plant on the side of my grandmothers house..I always thought walking by it the vines would wrap around me and suck me up, that was when I was REALLY young like 5 or 6.
For the most part my fears were always bad dreams and horrible thoughts that I would find out my loved ones were in a car wreck or something...then in my teens and early 20's I developed a bit of anxiety. Which had me worried about being sick. Never dying..but possibly something inside me undetected that would make me ill. I grew out of that too...though again in my early 20's those thoughts weighed heavy on me. After awhile I decided they werent worth my effort and made a concious choice to not think that way. I remember reading an incredible Hulk comic book where was tossed into space holding his breathe and he said "aint this somethin? killed by something I cant even punch!"...having said that...ghouls and ghosts, nah they never bothered me to the point where I couldnt sleep...it was always my own thoughts that may have put a damper on things. As far as monsters, creatures and creeps go?.....Kidding me? Those guys are some of my best friends!! :)
I also was scared of what was under my bed and in my closet, but I invented rules like "as long as no part of me was hanging over the edge they couldn't touch me" and so on. No biggie....but I'll tell you my real nightmare. We moved to Mpls in 62 (pre-Flouride) and for the first few years we used this old retired Navy WW2 dentist...Dr. Reese. Crummy little brick 3rd floor office. Novocain - what's that? He just had an electric train track up near the ceiling and his instructions were "just look up and watch the train go around" while he drilled and filled my brothers and I. My mind has blanked most of this out, but I remember leaving there crying out of relief that it was over as well as the pain. A few years later my Mom decided to bring us to a "modern" dentist for a checkup only to find Dr Reese had screwed up all my fillings so bad that thirteen fillings had to be removed and redone!!! They wrote up a blanket order of appointments - a couple hours every Tuesday for at least three months!!!! At least this guy used Novocain...and only one time it took me to learn to shut my eyes tight as this big silver syringe came toward my mouth, held open with black smelly rubber dams, I almost wished for the electric train back when getting those primitive injections. Tuesdays became my nightmare. My daymare. I felt like the guy in Hellraiser learning about pain. (and this was WAY before Hellraiser)...but the months passed and eventually all the repairs were over. I was left with decent choppers and a stark raving terror of dentists. As an adult I have found a dentist that loads me up with Nitrous and cracks jokes so I'm literally crying from laughing the whole time I get anything done. The nightmare's over for now - hopefully when I kick the bucket I won't go to that hot place because I'm quite sure the Dr Reese Express will be waiting for me. Shudder...I need a scotch...
Quote from: ChattyLMS on May 30, 2009, 09:44:33 AM
AH yes, Dr.
But do you have a silver bullet or a wooden stake? Those would work better.
As a kid, I was fascinated by Vampires, I used to"borrow" Dad's 2x4s and make wooden crosses.
I would put them in my room, close to my bed, in the windows, by my closet.
Dad wasnt to happy with my project, and after a little discussion, I never made any more wooden crosses.
Quote from: ChattyLMS on May 29, 2009, 10:35:31 PM
We had a set of steps into our basement just like the ones that the little girl is walking down. Our furnace was behind that. I was terrified. Because there were no backs to the steps, things would fall through there. Sometimes we could get them out sometimes we couldn't. There was one thing that we just couldn't get. My dad was too big to fit behind there, but I was little so he lifted me into the back of those stairs, behind that furnace. I got whatever it was and he lifted me out. I forgot all about that until I saw that girl on the stairs. It didn't leave me wanting to be an ax murderer, and I don't think I'm psychotic due to that little experience. However, I was terrified that the washing machine would run and catch me and put me inside of it and wash me. I never did get caught by that awful washing machine..........does anybody have an ax?
Laura
Not exactly the same setting but I'm sure many of us as kids,including myself viewed the furnace like this. Especially when were down there alone.........in the dark.
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Not sure if these have been posted here before. If so than at least newer members can check these out. I LOVES this type of stuff.
http://www.hauntedstudio.com/Gallery1.htm (http://www.hauntedstudio.com/Gallery1.htm)
Quote from: BlackLagoon on May 30, 2009, 11:03:21 AM
As far as monsters, creatures and creeps go?.....Kidding me? Those guys are some of my best friends!! :)
Me too! It's like being scared of Santa Claus, or Uncle Forry.
Scatter -
That is terrifying! Nobody would have heard you there. It scares me now to just think about a child stuck in the dark in a place like that. <shudder> Were you able to sleep in the dark after that?
Packy - I see the the severe damage done to your teeth in your avatar :D ;) :o. Dr Reese would have sent me flying away from the dentist
Wicked - I love that picture! But it doesn't show that scary washing machine. There must've been something in me with washing machines. My grandmother had a wringer washer and I was terrified of that, too. And as an adult, I hate to do laundry ;D