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When i used to go to my grandmothers house there used to be a turn in her stairs, and the step was in the shape of a coffin and i would think that if i stood on it a vampire would get me.
I used to belive if I said where I wanted to go in the house before I sleep,my dream would take me there somehow. But now I know that It was my parents moving me around!
When I was about 2 or 3, my uncles, Larry and Bill, used to lift me up so I could touch the Ceramic Bald Eagle mounted above my grandparent's dining room entrance. When I touched it, they would make a screeching bald eagle sound. I didn't know they were doing this though...
When I was 15 and my grandfather passed away and we were moving my grandmother to an apartment, I saw the bald eagle and asked my grandmother if I could have it. She said, "Sure" and I grabbed it and it didn't make any noise. I thought the batteries were dead and asked where the batteryies were supposed to go. About 10 of my extended family members looked at me with a perplexed look on their faces, then after I told them what I thought, they screamed with laughter at my expense for about 20 minutes.
I'm 35 now and love to do the same thing to my kids and grandson. :)
When i was small i used to think god lived on top of my house and the devil lived right underneath it.
i used to believe that a ghost lived under my bed and that a giant lived under our dining room table.
when iwas a child there was a hole in the ceiling above our sink and i used to think that the hole sucked up the steam when my mom would drain pasta. it turns out steam rises by itself.
I used to believe moving was taking a saw to cut up your house, and carry your house to the street where you will live in.
there was an evil side of the bed and a good side of the bed. I slept on the good side, of course. I used to put up walls of stuffed animals to seperate the sides and keep me safe before i went to sleep, so that nothing from the evil side could sneak over and get me. I didnt even walk on that side of the room untill i was like 12.
when i was about 4 or 5 the way my older sisters would get me out of the room was to say "the carpet can eat you lily you'd better run" i would always run away thinking it would eat me.
When I was little, we had a second house. It had a 'bedstee', it's a little room with only a bed in it. Anyway, I used to believe that there was a sort of imaginary world behind the wall, so I used to steal knives and screwdrivers to get behind the wood and into the other world... When my parents saw what I did with their wall they weren't happy...
when i was really little, i used to believe that there was a tiny elf in the fire alarms who had a huge nose. i thought that he held a lantern (you know the little green light that is on fire alarms) and had a whistle so that if he smelt smoke he would be able to warn us. i don't know why but they always have made me nervous. hehehe! how silly!
Under my friends sink there were these holes just big enough to stick dry spaghetti in. So of course we did. I believed these spaghetti strands would travel down miles of pipe and enter the ocean, and I thought of hundreds of possibilities. A few years later, I found they just dropped right into the cupboard's interior...
When I was a child we moved house quite a lot. I used to belive that there was treasure stored in the ceiling in every house & that if i could just get inside the man hole in the ceiling it would all be mine! I never did manage to get a look up there.....
My family had this HUGE fireplace and whenever it was night and I had to walk by it to get to my room, i thought wolves were going to run out of the fireplace! I always i had to have my sister walk with me!!!
I moved into a new house a couple of years ago and there was an old lady that used to live in this house. I hear strange noises at night (coming from the fridge and out side) and it sometimes scares me. One time I was practising piano and heard a sound that sounded like someone or a doll saying mama.. it scared the life out of me..
when i was little like age 4 i used to belive that the little dust things that float around were from barbeques??
i had asked what they were and where they came from and obviously my parents wernt listening and probably talking to someone else and replied barbeques. haha didnt find out the truth till i was like 8
I used to be freaked out when I went to my garage to get the food for my dog because I thought the Nain Rouge lived in a box behind my dad's car.
F.Y.I.: Nain Rouge is a creature that's been since the 1700s-Now.
i used to believe a tiny man lived inside the hairdryer b/c when i was done using it i could hear a tiny clicking noise and i thought it was the tiny man hitting some metal with a hammer.
When i was little i would sleep over at my grandparents house sometimes. I would always sleep on the hid-a-bed or whatever. Anyways I would always get scared and want to go and sleep in their bed. To get to their room I had to go down a long hallway. For some reason I thought for the longest time that a huge buffalo was going to charge me from behind if i didn't run as fast as i could down that hallway.
In my parents house growing up there was a mouse hole in the wall beside the stairs. I always skipped the step that the hole was on because I thought that if I stepped on it a long, ugly white scabby hand would come out of the hole and grab my ankle.
I still always skip that step out of habit....