I cannot have my closet open cuz of the boogey man… (I have had it open but I always feel really uncomfortable when I do so)
I’ve mostly gotten over my limbs hanging over the bed thing… (I’m tall and having a single bed doesn’t make for very comfy if everything is on the bed so I’ve gotten used to it)
When I get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom I will always turn on the light otherwise a demon or something will show up in the mirror and grab me or something (reminiscent of Bloody Mary/Candyman) and when I go back to my bedroom the door must be closed behind me immediately else some other demon sneaks in…
I really don’t like having my back uncovered when I’m in bed (I think it more has to do with the fact that I get cold easily at night though and that is one of the quickest ways for me to do so…)
Man… all this stuff has to do with my bedroom or sleeping habits… wierd huh?
I don’t walk under ladders. If you had a scar on your scalp from one falling on you, you wouldn’t either. I’ve always (well, ever since the ladder fell on me) considered that custom sensible, not superstitious.
In college (LSU), every time I watched the Tigers, they lost. I quit watching them. They still lost–so much for my position at the center of the universe!
My bedroom doesn’t have a closet–my closet is in the bathroom for some bizarre reason. At my last place, the closet doors wouldn’t close–after slamming face-first into them a couple of times in the dark, I removed them. I guess the bogeyman likes a little privacy, because he apparently refused to live in that closet. My snoring seems to have taken care of the monster-under-the-bed problem (as well as a couple of ex-girlfriends <sigh>).
My favorite cat ever was pitch black from whiskers to tail. The number 13 holds no significance beyond “more than 12 and less than 14” for me. Throwing salt when you spill it equates to spilling more salt. Am I hopelessly unsuperstitious?
Wait! I direct a threatening glare and ominous incantations (“Fell engine, I command thee to function as thou wert made to!”) at recalcitrant computers when trying to make them work. It seems to help–at least my friends seem to think so. I just think it’s funny. Does that count? Can that be my token superstition? Oh, please let me join the Superstitious Clique…
Normally, I have nothing but scorn for superstition, but this spring the following happened:
I had rented a red motorcycle (I hadn’t a German bike of my own, back then) for the weekend. As I was leaving work (way too late, of course), I accidentally knocked my little Lego motorcycle (also red) from my desk to the floor, where it (of course) disintegrated into a handful of Lego bricks.
I don’t believe in omens and I was late, but I couldn’t - COULDN’T - go pick up a motorcycle after breaking the Lego one. I simply had to rebuild it and put it in a safer place. The thought of how I’d feel if I ignored it, crashed the rental over the weekend and the first thing I’d see Monday morning would be a broken Lego motorcycle - it did not bear thinking about.
I absolutly can not drive home the exact same way I drove to my destination. Even if it’s just leaving out of a different entrance than I pulled into, it cannot be the same.
I also can’t sleep with the closet door open. Mr.V will often open the door just a crack to watch me get out of bed to close it. He’s a sadistic bastard.
…At all the “monster rules” people follow! I thought I was the only one who still did this, even though I am over 30 and shouldn’t have to fear monsters anymore.
I didn’t even hear of the monster under the bed till i was in my teens and read the Xanth novels…maybe it’s an American creature, evolved after Gondwana land separated? I did as a child o about 6-10 live in fear & terror of the monster that lived in the toilet. I had to be out of that room & down those stairs before the noise started…and I’m sure no one ever told me about that one, but I heard someone else mention it recently on the board.
I’ll walk under empty ladders - since there is no one up there to drop things on you - but not occupied ones. It hadn’t occurred to me that an empty balanced ladder would fall on you.
I’m intrigued at all the people who are still afraid of monsters despite not being children. Not to say that anyone here is immature or anything. It’s just interesting.
I thought of another weird thing that sounds similar to Topaz’s: When I return from the bathroom at night to my room and shut the door behind me, I have to leap onto my bed before the door shuts completely or it’s bad luck and the monsters might grab onto me through the door.
Shortly after coming home from a mission trip one time, every time I would walk into an unfamiliar room I would walk around it seven times and pray in Spanish.
