Anyone have any odd childhood fears?

I thought the government has invisible floating cameras that followed me around. I also thought they had them installed in my house in the light fixtures and air ducts. I used to take thinks apart looking for the cameras.

I also thought there were extra dimensional demonic monsters on the other side of the world that would travel light speed to catch me when ever I started to go up a stair case so I would run up the stairs before they got to me.

I thought that aliens would get me if I left doors open so I would flip out if a door wasn't closed. I don't know why I thought they could travel through space but not open a door.

I was a very paranoid kid.

There was an Alice in Wonderland telemovie with Carol Channing as the White Queen. I was terrified of walking past my grandmother's bedroom after having a dream that the Queen was in there, called me in, and ate all my fingers.

I was terrified of ET, like the alien from the movie. I would have vivid dreams of him stabbing me, and right as the knife entered me I would wake up and be paralyzed, and the dream would come to life and ET would be stabbing me in real life. He would then run out of the room. I thought my whole childhood that real aliens were coming into my room and I would sleep with my parents for years. I later found out that I have something called sleep paralysis, which means that I wake up and my body is still dreaming, so Im frozen and my dreams come to life. kinda scary, but I learned to control it so now whenever I dream of ET I can force myself to wake up

The myth of Bloody Mary. I slept right in front of a huge mirror that my parents couldn't remove, and I always thought she'd appear just by thinking about her.

I lived in the forest and would spend most of my days outside because my mother wouldn't allow me inside as long as the sun was up. On my walks through the woods, I would noticed large mushrooms that had been wedged in the fork of a spindly branches in several trees. They didn't grow there, they were picked from the ground and placed there, whole, with a scuff of dirt at their root.

The branches were too thin for a squirrel or a chipmunk to have brought the weight of themselves as well as a large mushroom along. A bird might have been able to stuff it just so onto those branches, but there would have been beak or claw marks on the mushroom if that were the case. Mushrooms damage so easily, yet there was never a single mark on any of them.

To this day, I don't know how the mushrooms got there but I'm sure there's a logical explanation. When I was a child, I believed they were put there by a sasquatch or possibly a ghost, maybe as a gift. I always felt like someone was watching me in the woods and seeing those mushrooms in the trees frightened me.

Mine were not odd and pretty rational, for a child. I was definitely petrified of "strangers", as a child. This was a mixture of watching too much "Unsolved Mysteries" and being traumatized by a BOLO/man-hunt for a "crazy man" on the run in my town. He had made his way to my neighborhood (where he was ultimately detained) it was on the news, so I panicked when I saw where he was.

I began to run from all strangers that were in my neighborhood after that and feared everyone new; which was hilarious when my brother and I tried to run away from a person walking to a neighbor's house, in our rollerblades and basically falling the entire time, crying and scrambling away, he just stopped in his tracks, perplexed. I'm pretty sure we offended him.

I was afraid that someone would always be in my vents.

one I still have to this day:
mascots or fur-suits, all because when I was little my uncle got me a talking cat in the hat toy for Christmas.

I lived in the country. I was afraid of encountering a rabid skunk.

Dear god, there were way to many too list. About three pages long at least. Some of them were reasonable fears like Fire and heights, while others (most of them) were completely irrational and bizarre.

I read somewhere about a monster that only would exist in the periphery of your vision, so as a kid I always was checking the corner of my eyes.

Oh. Quite a few. I went through really high bouts of paranoia with my parents when I was very young. Learned to use a chair to get into the cupboard at 4 and get my drinks because I feared they'd poison it for whatever reason. Scared to be left alone in the car because our old babysitter did it for hours (while she was at another babysitting job) and I guess I got sweaty and uncomfortable. So, eh, some rationality to it.

My mum couldn't deal with close contact a lot so she'd literally growl or bark at me to go away. I remember something she liked to say was "you look so sweet I could eat you up" and I came to the conclusion she was a monster who wanted to kill me. It scared me enough to make me hide somewhere for the rest of the day. Eventually thought (for a time) my parents were either monsters or vampires and, when they kissed me, they were draining my blood. Meh. Sort of strange, I guess.

I'm actually not sure what they are, but we have these things up in the corner of the ceiling which used to flash a red dot in them (funny, thinking back, just realised they don't anymore) and I though those were demon's eyes watching me. I remember trying to get to them to cover it up but never could.

When I was a bit older, an especially odd one I had was after I read some creepypasta on an obscure website I haven't found since (back when we first got internet, crappy dial up 'n all). In all honestly, the fear was related to the monster in it, by the way I dealt with that wasn't. I'd think that, somehow, it was draining my blood and the only way to deal with that was hugging close to my dad or mum. I used to have, like, body parts of theirs that would somehow regenerate it. Like, their back would count for 500 pints and their head 1500. My dad used to get pretty annoyed and wonder why I seemed to be patting his head in the middle of the night (mum always slept like a log so didn't mind).

I was scared that ants were everything that made up earth... Like I thought my body was made and controlled by ants, basically in my mind ants were matter

Strangers, speaking to others, whales, monsters, butterflies, other stuff...

I feared that mob rule would prevail and outdated modes of being like wit, intelligence and charm would die out. I am, of course, being facetious.

I once thought that there was evil lurking in the middle of the night and that my blanket could somehow protect me from it. So, when I went to sleep I made sure that not a single piece of my body was outside of the covers. I also did this with my stuffed animals. I was definitely the kind of kid who believed in monsters under the bed and things that go bump in the night.

That is not normal. I bet you never dressed up as a vampire for Holloween lol

I don't know it counts as fears or paranoia but I used to think that people from school would spy through my bedroom window at night, I used to be afraid of becoming insane or my parents finding out my thoughts and thinking I was in insane, I was also afraid of the wind cause I guess a tree almost fell on me once and my mom saved me, whenever I was in the woods and heard the wind blow I would be scared, also in the woods we would hear a lot of gunshots (hunters) and I was afraid we would get mistaken for deer and shot. And I thought there were landmines everywhere.. Somewhat more normal I was afraid of the dark, toilet flushing, railroad crossings, and the sound of coyotes howling

The creatures off of Labyrinth, the devil off of Storm of the Century, anything related to the xfiles.

My friends dad used to have a bunch of chickens. One of the roosters kicked my ankle using his spur and it bled for a long time. I had a fear of birds for most of my childhood because of it.

I was always scared of getting ill. My parents had a poster in the kitchen detailing the symptoms of meningitis in children, which I took as assurance that my chance of coming down with meningitis were very high. I lived in fear of it. I was also terrified of cancer, after my dogs died of it and my I learned that's how my grandfather died.

I was scared of the dark too. I had quite a few gory dreams I still remember about mad axe murderers breaking into the house at night and lurking around in the dark.

Knives, even butter knives horrified me. Still do