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What were YOUR monsters?

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posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 05:23 AM
Simple inquiry really. I'd like to provide the opportunity for discussion where we take the "rubic's cube of analysis" and, instead of staring at the same "darkened" and "worn out" side that humanity has been approaching for centuries now... let's FLIP IT AROUND... it's BRIGHTER on the opposite side, I bet...

For example: You know how we've all (spoken carefully, there are some families that have been preaching TRUTH the whole time - mine just was NOT one of them) been told that "monsters don't exist?" How when you woke up in your bed at 3am SCREAMING, many times, kids having wet their beds at the same time... SCREAMING about monsters...

(a friend of mine has a 4 yr old that swore batman said he was going to kill him if he didn't do EXACTLY what he was told... same child awoke in the middle of the night with his blankets thrown across the room ENTIRELY - found dangling off his bed... head at the FOOT of the bed... GROGGY... didn't acknowledge his mom in the room AT ALL... searched around in the dark for his little monkey that he seemed to KNOW the location of... yet it was literally 8 feet from him IN THE DARK - he grabbed it then curled up in the fetal position and went back to sleep - woke up with blood streaming from his nose - evidence of a nasal implant... if you've seen that type of thing happen before...)

BUT... our parents assure us what? "aww... honey... there's no such thing as monsters... they just don't exist... even though I saw the same thing 30 years ago when I was your age... there's NO WAY you could have seen it... they just are not there..." RIGHT? Is that NOT what happens? *smiles*

Allow me to pose this question:

What Monsters were in YOUR bedroom? In YOUR Closet? Under YOUR bed... when you were a kid?


An old "hag?"

The GRAY? (more like a "toaster" really... bio/mechanical entities that are MANUFACTURED...)

The TAN/BROWN? much like the gray... only little brown splotches on 'em that look like moles...

How bout this one: A DARK figure with a hat on... darker than the night... did ya ever see HIM? THAT was a REAL DEAL "Man In Black" if you saw him... they only show up when somethin's wrong...

How bout one similar to that above... only he looks like he's in BLACK ARMOR... and has RED EYES... THAT is the SS Trooper... He'll hurt ya. And he won't feel a BIT of remorse about it either...

What about Shadow Men/Creatures crawling on the walls, or on the ceiling?


ET (from the movie)? What if "they" can make you think they've changed shape? Or what if they actually COULD change shape? yikes. Holy ShapeShifters, BATMAN!!!!!

How bout the Ghosts of LOVED ONES who had passed?

CLOWNS? Do clowns scare you or cause you "unrest" at all? hmmm...

A WEIGHT upon your chest PRESSING DOWN on you so you could not breath?

How bout Orbs of Light? (fuzzy edges or solid? there's a difference, you know...)

How bout little RED dudes with glowing YELLOW or GOLD eyes? Ever see them? Does the name VARINGHA mean anything to you? Google it. I may have mis-spelled it though... *smiles*

Speak UP ATS, I KNOW you've got stories to share about this, or else you would NOT be a part of this community to begin with. YOU KNOW THE TRUTH... it's just been buried inside you underneath some, shall we say, "subliminal tampering" of sorts...


btw. Mine was bigfoot - then the gray - then the white... And it wadn't no dream, my friends. Not in the slightest bit. That STENCH was real. Those eyes... the wet furry nasty bigfoot... the awful BREATH... and that growl... ALL VERY REAL.

What say YOU?

Cheers, Mates!

posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 08:19 AM
reply to post by Luke1019

I don't know his name, but it's the evil being that wanted to grab my feet as I was getting into bed.

I am 27 and I still hate that evil joker.


[edit on 16-11-2007 by SimiusDei]

posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 09:12 AM
Alright. I'll share a story with you all about my childhood. I don't remember how old I was, but my little sister is 4 years younger than I, and we only lived in this place until I was 6, and she was there too, so I was probably 5 or 6.

We lived way up in northern Washington in a very, very small town. One night, my parents were out and we had a babysitter.

And something began scratching on the walls outside. Like it was walking around the house, scratching and scratching. At some point the babysitter is so scared that she, I and my little sister are in my room, we have the curtains closed on the window and we're hiding in the closet, afraid that whatever or whomever it is, will look in the window somehow.

That's all I remember. But it scared me so badly that I slept with my head under the covers for some time afterwards.

I remember talking to my mother about it, and she told us it was probably just the neighborhood boys.

Now we didn't live too far from neighbors, there were houses all around us. So you'd think someone would have seen whatever it was.

posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 12:24 PM
reply to post by Jadette

My sister and I had a similar experiance many years ago. I was nine, or so, and my sister was in her early teens. My family kept rabbits and our job at night, just before bed was to go out and make sure everyone had water and food. Simple, took usually 5 minutes, if that... Wellllll...

One night, I go out to do just that, I get about halfway to the hutches and I begin to hear rattling noises behind my dads shop. For some reason, which escapes me to this day, it scared the gee whillikers outta me. So being the brave nine year old I was, I jetted for the big sister
. So bravely the two of us ventured forth, with big dog Rex with us. Now Rex was a huge muscle bound springer spanial with just a hint of demon in him. Where us kids were concerned, nothing and I mean nothing would get us except by going over him, period. So we're fairly confident of our safety. Uh-huh...except for the fact that whatever it was, scared our big fearless protector as much as it did us. A black and white streak headed back to the exchange of glances and two little kids were closing the ground rapidly. Rex, the big brave cowardly dog, was a huddled mass for the rest of the evening.

The parents get home from the PTA meeting, or whatever it was, and find cop cars parked in our yard and two cops searching the yard, with two scared kids in the living room with another. Mom and Dad freaked...then started getting mad when the cops said they didn't see or hear anything. Dad was about to go ballistic when he noticed the dog...when he went out a few minutes later he said it felt strange. No bugs chirping, no frogs, etc...just so quiet. He didn't tell me this then, of course, it was years later. I'm 44 years old, I've been places and seen things that scared me, and alarmed me. But to this day, I've never been so deep down terrified as I was then, even allowing for the fact I was 9 years old at the time. That was the first time, and none of the rabbits were hurt, or even appeared to be scared, the second time was a completely different story...

It was 3 years later, no closer to four. Sister had moved away from home, and little brother had no interest in the rabbits whatsoever. Anyway, the previous night had been quiet, hadn't heard anything when I went out that night. Nothing in particular was going on anywhere in the neighborhood. The next morning I went out and found that our rabbits had been broken into...two had been killed, one of them torn in half, with one half gone god only knows fur. Our dogs hadn't barked...if any of you have ever heard a rabbit scream, you know its enough to wake the dead. Well, nothing...not a peep. No tracks, and by this time, I'm a good enough of a tracker to find and follow a trail, there was nothing.

Monsters? I don't know. I do know something visited us twice. A nightmare become reality.

posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 01:00 PM
I was absolutley terrified of greys as a kid, didn't help that my room was (and still is) right next to a big noisy clunky boiler that makes all sorts of 'darth vader' sounds.

posted on Nov, 16 2007 @ 06:11 PM
I remember waking up in the middle of the night when I was a child. I could not move or speak and felt something heavy on my chest.
After a few minutes I could finally get out of bed and went to my parents room telling them a giant grey rat was on my chest.

They said their was no such thing as a giant rat and I must have been dreaming.

Makes me wonder now what it really was.

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