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When I was really little, I used to believe that there was a witch that lived under my pillow. If I put my hands there, she would wrap snakes around my fingers. It took a long time before I would sleep with my hands underneath my pillow.
When Ismall the stair to the second floor was enclosed on both sides, making it into a sort of narrow corridor. I had somehow gotten the impresion thatas soon as I started down the steps a gnarly, hideous witch was at the top of the stairs about to throw a dagger at me. I would fly down the steps as fast as I could go, and whip around the corner at the bottom before she could get me. That image stayed with me for years, long after I knew there was no reason to believe it.
You must break the bottom of egg shells after finishing a boiled egg or witches will use them for boats
As a child I believed that if my feet or any part of me poked over the edge of the bed at night evil creatures would eat that bit of me. I also believed that witches ate your ears, so wrapped a blanket around my head. I am 31 now and still sleep in a tight ball with head and feet covered. Scary!
i used to believe there were witches in the attics in my bedroom and they would kill me if i ever went in them. so when the attic door would make a noise i thought they were seeing if i was in the room
my dad told me when i was about 5 that in his belly button lives a witch. so every time i saw him without a shirt i ran away frightened...!
I used to believe that the little bumpy parts on the back of your ears were from witches that came in the night to nibble on my ear.
My parents always told us that the witches came out when the sky turned pink in the evening. This was their way of making sure we made it home before dark. (I tell my kids the same thing!)
When I was little for some silly reason, I used to believe that witches would fly around the neighbourhood looking into the windows of little kids and if the little kids weren't alseep by 9.30pm the witches would kidnap them and take them away to a place where no-one could save them. I have no idea where I got this Idea from, but If i couldn't get to be bed at night and it was almost or around 9.30pm, I used to close my eyes tightly and pretend I was asleep. It really scared me and I belived it till I was about 11.
I used to believe that if I ever left my arms or legs sticking out from under the covers of my bed a witch would come in the middle of the night and chop them off. I still feel nervous about it now!
My older brother used to tell me all the time that there was a witch who lived in milk and every time I drank it, she'd go down into my belly and cut me with her long fingernails while laughing her wicked laugh (which he'd demonstrate, laughing witchily and clawing his fingers in the air). I was terrified of drinking milk for years.
I asked him once why he could drink it in tea without the milk-witch bothering him and he said the milk witch died when poured into hot liquid so she couldn't hurt him.
Everyone in my family still has a laugh about this now and again...
I used to believe that nuns were real life witches. I remember being on an elevator with my mother and a nun, and hiding behind my mother so the nun wouldn't get me.
I used to believe that when I turned 16 I would become a witch. I was interested in witches and read many books about them so I must have gotten the idea from a book. I also was convinced that being a witch was inherited and that my mother was one, but she wouldn't tell me. She has long black hair and people would tell her she looked like a witch, so I was sure she was waiting to tell me until I was 16. Unfotunatly I didn't become a witch, but my mom later told me that she wanted to be a witch when she was a kid too. So, I guess the desire to be a witch does run in the family!
After seeing The Wizard of Oz and hearing the story of Hansel and Gretel, I began having a recurring nightmare that a witch with really really long finger nails would come out of the heat register that was under my bed and tickle me,gently at first and then harder and harder until those blood red nails were piercing my skin. I woke up screaming every night for months,no matter what my parents tried. I still (in my 20's) can't have any arms or legs hanging off the bed , and I have my bed right on the floor so there can't possibly be anything under there. Witches are scary...
When I was little I thought if I slept with my hands beneath the pillow, witches flying past my bedroom window could not see me.
I used to believe that everytime I blinked, the lights would go out and that it was a witch who was turning them off.
When I was in 1st grade I thought that witches lived in the house behind my school and that if you put your hand over the fence that they would cut it off.
If you don't smash egg shells witches use them as boats.
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