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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 beleive that when i stayed up and watched cartoons in the living room a witch would come in and steal me and then lock me in a cage forever i haven't slept in the living room since!!!
When I was little, I used to believe that in the night a really nasty old lady who looks like a witch called the Ball Snatcher would come in the night with a shopping trolley and cut off your testicles and throw them into the trolley. I don't know why I thought she would come or where I got it from, but it scared me every night :I
I used to believe that when you flushed the loo, witches would appear to float out from it. Thinking this, I used to flush the toilet and run for my life!
When I was younger I used to believe that if I stuck my feet out from my covers, a "witch" would come and eat them.
Weird
when i was little my mom would clean my room while i was sleeping i would have dreams about little witches coming out of my toes and cleaning my room
When I was young,I used to believe all old people were witches..........
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.
I used to think my mom was a witch because whilst sitting at a red light she would always know exactly when it would turn green and I assumed she was doing it with her witch powers. I was dumbfounded for the longest time until I started driving and realized you could glean this information from the walk/don't walk signs.
I used to believe when i was little that unidentified Witches and Monsters would walk past my room every night and i had to sleep with my hair covering my face so that they couldnt see me. So i would make my mom brush my hair down over my face every night. I dont know how i could breathe but im still here!
When i was about five i slept in my own bunk bed, on the top bunk of course.
One night my mum came into the room to find me screaming about a witch, i was lying on the floor crying.
I remember a witch flying into my bedroom & grabbing me by the wrist & trying to take me away on her broom. She was green & had warts...just like on TV. When my mum turned the light on she dropped me on the floor & flew out the window quickly!
Mum assured me it was just a dream, but 2 days later my arm & wrist was all bruised! I was convinced it was where the witch had grabbed me! ( i guess i probably fell out of my bunk after having a nightmare & fell on my arm?)
But for years i belived witches flew around at night snatching children from thier beds...i belived this well into my teens! I never slept with the window open.
i used to believe that when people clipped their toe nails and left it on the floor, it smelled like a witch. so ii would think it was a witches toe clippings. ii would go crazy and ask my parents for a lighter to blow away the witches spirit and stuff. haha
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...!
My parents separated when I was 5 and my Mom moved back to PA where her family lived. I was deathly afraid of staying there. I had a dream there when I was like 6 that a blond girl was sitting on a porch step and a mysterious figure floated up and handed her a letter..When the girl opened the letter, she died and immediately turned into a pile of bones. From that night on, I believed it was a witch and she was out to get me and hand me my death-letter. I would keep my bedroom door open and pull all the covers up to my neck, in case the witch came, because in that case, she would think that I was just a head because another witch had come and already gotten the job done.
I was a weird child.
i thought that my sister-in-law was a witch. i was only about 5 or 6 at this time so i asked her, "are you a witch cuz ur nose looks like a witch's nose." my dad, mom, sister, and brother yelled at me but my sister-in law said it looked that way cuz she broke it.
We live near Washington, D.C. and when I was little, my mom used to tell me that Georgetown University was the Wicked Witch of the West's castle (the buildings look just like a creepy, dark castle). She would tell me that if I misbehaved, she would tell the Wicked Witch to have her monkeys fly to get me. Freaked me OUT!
I used to belive for some reason that a witch lived under the refridgerator and wanted to eat my feet. So at night I would not go up to the fridge unless the kitchen light was on. Also I belived she lived under my bed at night. Why and how I came up with these I don't know.
I used to watch some halloween movies, halloweentown, i think they're called. and I used to believe that i was like the girl, and my mom was a witch, and i was a half-witch, and I had to get trained before i turn 13 or else i'd be a human. So i kept asking my mom if we have extra-secret secrets, or where our family was from(halloweentown?), and about our ancestor's "jobs"(witchcraft?) or if she had any diaries (spellbooks?) from any dead relatives.
until i was seven i beleived that the witch from the wizord of oz lived behind a gate behined my book shelf
My sister used to tell me that the only way the veins in your wrists could be blue was when a witch had put a spell on you. She said the only way to counter it was to lick a snail shell...And I dont recommend them :S
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