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I used to believe that my christmas tree would come to life and kill me, because my grandmother had a creepy singing christams tree thing.
As I child I was terrified of holes. The slightest nail hole in the wall would keep me awake all night. Eventually my grandfather covered all the holes with duct tape, because NOTHING can get through duct tape.
I used to believe that there was a man with a gun outside my windows at my house at night. Whenever I had to walk past any windows, I would duck and crawl under them, so that he couldn't see me. I did this until I was 15 or 16 years old.
When I was about 4 or 5 I used to believe the was a little man in the fridge that turned the light on and off .
I used to think that if you left the vacuum in the same spot, turned on, without moving it, it would suck up the carpet and leave a bare or very short spot.
I used to think that there was this whole system of air-kisses. I thought when you blew a kiss to someone in the room next to you, the kiss traveled up to the ceiling fan as an order, the order got processed spinning around, and then it was spat out of the fan. It then traveled to the receipiant.
When I was a kid I used to believe that you could write with a pen for ever and ever. I didn't know that there was an ink filled tube inside. One time a pen ran out on me but I didn't know it - I thought it was broken somehow - and I tried for hours and hours to get it to work and got really mad when it wouldn't. I don't know how many years later I found out that there were actual inner workings to a pen and I still remember thinking at that time "Hmmmmm, I guess that pen years ago just ran out on me!!" and felt pretty stoopid after that. lol
When I was a kid, I was absolutely positive that there were people who lived in the shadows in my house. (Only my house.) I lived in the rooms when the lights were on, they came in when the room was empty and the lights were off. They slept in the day, of course. If, for example, the light was off in the bathroom or kitchen, or even my room, the shadow people were probably in there. At one point I even knocked on the doors before entering empty rooms so I didn't surprise them. Then, I'd turn on the light, wait for a minute so they could leave the room, then enter. No wonder I needed a night light.
When I was very young, there was a rug in one of the bedrooms. It had large red cabbage roses and a grey background. My older sister told me that if when I walked on the rug, if I ever stepped on the grey part, I'd be stepping on the boogie webs and would fall through. Then the Boogie Man would get me. I thought the Boogie Man was covered with disgusting, slimy boogers and felt scared and revolted. So every time I'd walk on the rug, I'd walk stiff legged over the roses and take the final leap to safety.
I used to believe that the Hulk lived at the bottom of my garden! But he had glasses on! I saw him I did!
I blame the halucanegenic ability of cowpol personally!
When I was at the age of 7 or 8 a teacher at school was talking about how carpets and other household items wear out over time. She was explaining this while I was talking to the kid I was sharing the desk with (neither of us really paying much attention) until she said what we both thought was "I named my hall carpet near the front door half fred bear" instead of what she really said we discovered afterwards was she had to change her hall carpet because the area near the front door was half thread bare. We were both hysterically laughing for ages afterwards.
I used to believe that if you were vaccuuming a patterend carpet, you couldn't leave the end of the hose in one place, otherwise it would suck the pattern off! I believed this up until I was about 21...
I used to go to sleep with a night-on, but every morning it was mysteriously turned off. I honestly couldnt think of how this happened.
My grandfather used to tell me that if you ever ran over the vacuum's electrical cord while vacuuming you'd get electrocuted and die. For the longest time when I was helping around the house I'd get nervous while vacuuming and thinking that if I let my attention slip for one second, I'd be dead. Eventually I reasoned that this was probably a minor concern back when vacuums first came out and that I had little to worry about but I still don't ever run over the cord.
When I was about 2 or 3 and my mom would run the vacuum cleaner, I would hum along at what I thought to be the exact pitch. She used to tell me that if I hit matched it exactly, the vacuum would blow up. To this day, when I hear a vacuum, I hum along, but think of that and smile.
My grandfather used to tell me there was a little man named Yahootie that lived in the refridgerator and turned the light on when we opened the door. I always used to wonder how he could survive the cold.
I used to believe that switching the light on and off was morse code to burglars
In first grade, my class discussed fire safety and what to do if a fire starts in your home. One kid asked, "What if you don't get out of your house when there is a fire?" The teacher replied, "The firefighters would turn your room upside down looking for you." Well, I interpreted this literally. I envisioned a scuba-tank-looking pump that firefighters would hook up outside of your room, fill the space around the room with air, push a button, and voila, your room would literally turn upside down. That way, all of the furniture would fall to the ground and the firefighter would find you.
I used to believe JAWS lived in my water bed...(i was 8!!!) I spent many many nights sleeping on the floor cuz I felt his "dorsal fin" poking into my back!!!
i used to tell my sister that when you take something out of the freezer and it has bits of ice stuck to it, that they were ice animals and if you took them off the snow queen would come and get you.