Were You Afraid of the Boogie Man?

Ruthanne

Ruthanne

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LOL. I was when I was a kid. I'd look out the front window and hope no one was lurking. I used to always keep my feet on the bed at night so the boogie man couldn't grab it from under the bed! LOL. Funny thing is that I still do! I have to avoid horror movies or I'll get really bad nightmares.

So where you afraid of the Boogie Man?o_O:alien:
 

When I was little I could not figure out if:

I moved and the boogie man under the bed would know I was there and get me.
OR
I held still and the boogie man would think I was asleep and get me.
 
Patio Life said:
When I was little I could not figure out if:

I moved and the boogie man under the bed would know I was there and get me.
OR
I held still and the boogie man would think I was asleep and get me.
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Sounds like you were smarter than me because I never thought of the second one! :oops::ROFLMAO:
 

In 1953 when Edmund Hilliary was climbing Mt. Everest, the local paper ran a story on the Abominable Snowman. The article included an artist's rendering of the critter. Since my bedroom window looked out on a forest covering hundreds of acres, I was sure the Snowman would skulk out of the timber and peek in my window if I left the curtains open after dark.
 
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I wasn't afraid of the Boogie-man when I was young ,but I was afraid when I had to share a bed with my older sister. She would be all over the bed all night. I woke up soo many times with her foot under my neck. Finally my parents bought us twin beds !LOL
 
Llynn said:
In 1953 when Edmund Hilliary was climbing Mt. Everest, the local paper ran a story on the Abominable Snowman. The article included an artist's rendering of the critter. Since my bedroom window looked out on a forest covering hundreds of acres, I I was sure the Snowman would skulk out of the timber and peek in my window if I left the curtains open after dark.
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I hear ya! I had to close the curtains too!:oops:
 
Sassycakes said:
I wasn't afraid of the Boogie-man when I was young ,but I was afraid when I had to share a bed with my older sister. She would be all over the bed all night. I woke up soo many times with her foot under my neck. Finally my parents bought us twin beds !LOL
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Sounds like the twin beds were just what you needed! I have an older sister too.
 
I wasn’t fond of sharing my bed either.
The only time I really remember much of my grandmother was when she was invited to stay with us when I was a child and I had to share my bed and a small room with her at that.

This might sound horrible but I hated it. I didn’t know her and had never really seen an old person up that close and personal. It felt somewhat spooky from a young child’s viewpoint. It wasn’t anything I was used to.

She refused to use a phone, a lawn mower, shampoo, or anything too modern. She basically had Mennonite customs but not the mentality or the same belief systems yet my grandmother appeared very simple minded.

She was an interesting woman and I wished I’d known her before this event but I didn’t. She had the most beautiful silver hair which she washed with sunlight laundry soap. 😳

It’s funny how some long term memories are so very clear but then again I’m told that’s a symptom of senility. 🥺
 
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Oh, yes indeedy. I was sure there was something in the closet, just waiting for me. In my defense, it was a very spooky closet.

My sister was convinced that Superman (why him, I don't know...) was hiding behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. Someone always had to go in there first and pull back the shower curtain before she'd go in.
 
No boogie man for me. I heard about him though. I remember asking someone what he looked like. We had this metal bed that never quit squeaking. That thing gave me the creeps.
 
Keesha said:
I wasn’t fond of sharing my bed either.
The only time I really remember much of my grandmother was when she was invited to stay with us when I was a child and I had to share my bed and a small room with her at that.

This might sound horrible but I hated it. I didn’t know her and had never really seen an old person up that close and personal. It felt somewhat spooky from a young child’s viewpoint. It wasn’t anything I was used to.

She refused to use a phone, a lawn mower, shampoo, or anything too modern. She basically had Mennonite customs but not the mentality or the same belief systems yet my grandmother appeared very simple minded.

She was an interesting woman and I wished I’d known her before this event but I didn’t. She had the most beautiful silver hair which she washed with sunlight laundry soap. 😳

It’s funny how some long term memories are so very clear but then again I’m told that’s a symptom of senility. 🥺
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Long term memories are not in themselves a symptom of senility...as you probably know :) I imagine your grandmother was on the scary side especially at your young age! It does sound like she was QUITE interesting!
 
jujube said:
Oh, yes indeedy. I was sure there was something in the closet, just waiting for me. In my defense, it was a very spooky closet.

My sister was convinced that Superman (why him, I don't know...) was hiding behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. Someone always had to go in there first and pull back the shower curtain before she'd go in.
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Closets and under the beds seem to be the scariest places when we are kids...well I'm not a kid anymore and still get scared of them!
 
Ruthanne said:
Makes me wonder just what that squeaking was... o_O
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It was a horrible bed. My aunt dumped it on us. I'd complain to the adults about it squeaking all night. They'd say it was off balance or something. Then one of them moved it into their room. After they got the full experience it wasn't long before the bed was gone. It would start with a high pitched squeaking and settle down to an awful scratching sound all night. Good riddance to it.
 
Judycat said:
It was a horrible bed. My aunt dumped it on us. I'd complain to the adults about it squeaking all night. They'd say it was off balance or something. Then one of them moved it into their room. After they got the full experience it wasn't long before the bed was gone. It would start with a high pitched squeaking and settle down to an awful scratching sound all night. Good riddance to it.
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Yeah, good riddance to that! :)
 
I wasn't afraid of the boogeyman; I was only afraid of psychomom.
But there was one thing that scared me as a child: One time I heard a loud banging coming from the laundry room. I went in there & the washer was on spin dry & it was rocking back & forth & also walking across the room. I thought it was alive & about to attack me. I remember thinking: "Great....now there are TWO psychos in this house - mom & the washer. I ran out of there & never went near the washer until I was older. Of course, someone loaded it unevenly & they didn't have a balancing feature back then.
 
win231 said:
I wasn't afraid of the boogeyman; I was only afraid of psychomom.
But there was one thing that scared me as a child: One time I heard a loud banging coming from the laundry room. I went in there & the washer was on spin dry & it was rocking back & forth & also walking across the room. I thought it was alive & about to attack me. I ran out of there & never went near the washer until I was older. Of course, someone loaded it unevenly & they didn't have a balancing feature back then.
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Must've been a fright way back then! 😳
 
I was frightened as a kid in bed --of lots of things really especially under the bed ''
mum used to say tuck well in -as jack frost is about meaning cold weather '' but I thought it
was the bogey man lol...… thanks mum for that !
 
toffee said:
I was frightened as a kid in bed --of lots of things really especially under the bed ''
mum used to say tuck well in -as jack frost is about meaning cold weather '' but I thought it
was the bogey man lol...… thanks mum for that !
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Yeah under the bed was the scariest!
 
I wasn't afraid of the boogie man, as I associated that with music, and imagined that the boogie man had great dance moves. As a young child, I was afraid of nuns as we weren't Catholic, and I'd see these black-clad figures walking about town that conveyed kind of a grim reaper vibe to me... 😮
 
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