After reading Stephen King's The Shining in the 8th grade, I was positive that vampires were lurking outside my bedroom windows at night. I even asked my dad to go outside and check--that's how scared I was.
But I never did ever actually find any monsters outside my window or under the bed or in the closet until a few months ago.
I was cleaning out my home office closet in preparation for a major relocation from my Victorian home in Alabama to a newer, smaller house in Georgia. I opened a box that had been on the top shelf of the closet for years. And that's when I discovered the monsters.
So I really did have monsters in my closet. And they're now displayed on my writing desk as a reminder of the monster movies that inspired me as a kid.