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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.
When I was young, we learned about the witches burning at the stake in Salem, I was confused with the word "steak" and "stake" and I thought that the witches were burned in the barbeque grill along with raw steaks which is ready to cook. How does one cook steaks on the grill with a witch sitting on it?
I loved the Wizard of Oz as a kid...still do actually...and my mom taped something off the television for me. They played the movie and then, afterwards, there was this thing that talked about the actors, the producers, etc...and all about how they made the movie. First they had Dorothy and the Wicked Witch of the West standing next to each other and I couldn't understand how Dorothy could stand next to her if she was dead. They went through and explained the lives of the actors and said that Judy Garland was dead. I didn't understand that because I watched her everyday. Then they also had the guy who did the special effects for the tornado on there explaining everything. I cried and kept asking mom why the evil man would create a tornado and how he could do it. I thought only God could make tornados. I guess I didn't understand yet that it was just a movie and the people were just actors. I also thought the munchkins were really just little kids instead of little people. They showed the actors who played the munchkins and they were all really old and they scared me too. I was also madly in love with the Tinman...come on, who wasn't?! :)
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...
At some point in my childhood I seriously believed that my parents were a witch and a warlock and that the lounge was actually a cave with a cauldren in the middle of it, but everything looked normal because they had put a spell on it. I would try and sneak up quietly and catch them out before it changed back to a living room but they were always too quick for 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.
i used to think my eldest sister was a witch and would spend time looking out of the corner of my eye waiting for her to let her guise slip. It escalated when I grabbed her skin on her face to reveal her true identity. I found no evidence on that occasion but she was quite horrid to me afterwards as I suppose you would be.
You must break the bottom of egg shells after finishing a boiled egg or witches will use them for boats
My mother always told me that if I didn't break up my egg shells then the witches would use them to sail across the water to get the fairies. I have crushed my egg shells ever since and even make my husband do it too!
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.
I used to think 12:00 AM until 12:59 was the "witching" hour. If I awoke at this time then something bad would happen. So if I saw the clock showing this time I would try to fall asleep under the covers as fast as possible
When I was little, I used to believe that most old ladies must be witches, because of the wrinkles, funny clothes and scratchy voices
When I was 4-5 years old, I heard my mom call midnight the "witching hour". I had a sleepover at my friend Jami's house and we were up late. It was 12ish and since we were still up I freaked out and ran into her parents room screaming because I was convinced that witches were coming to get us.
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!
If I went to bed with my shirt on backwards, the witches would take me to thier den in the mountains, because they could see I was crazy like them
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.
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.
When I was real little, I used to believe that I was a witch, like I thought that I could walk around and make whatever I wanted to happen. I used to carry a wand around and people would ask me about it and if I didn't want to answer them, I'd cast a spell and they'd leave.
Unfortunately, that spell involved poking them in the eye...
I used to believe that on New years Eve a witch would fly past on a broomstick waving a banner saying "Happy New Year". Tyhe witch was bringing the new year in and if you didn't stay up to watch her the New Year wouldn't come. Due to my mums birthday being New Years Day, i always thought it was very unfair that she didn't get to wave the banner.
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!
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