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I used to believe that being grounded meant that your parents put you into a trap door in the ground to be punished.
We had a set of kitchen scales with a wheel at the back which you turned to adjust the needle to zero. This wheel was shaped like a 50p coin, so I used to think you had to insert 50p every time you used the scales, and that the coin had got jammed in the slot.
When I was younger, we used to have a small peice of painted wood that held and connected our stairs together. I used to think that it was what the builders used to swing down the stairs very quickly when they were building and painting our house.
When I was three, I “fed” the outlet because it looked, to me, like a sad, hungry face. Those faces must have been hungry, because I’d never seen anyone feed them. Immediately feeling responsible for the supposedly starving outlets, I pushed the crumbly graham cracker right into the plug holes.
Now, I was a pretty quick learner for a three year old, and I found out in about half a second that outlets are not, in fact, hungry.
i used to believe that there were gnomes (yes gnomes) in any room at my house when the lights were off. So when I went by a room with the lights off, i would run like the wind. I was also horrified of the dark. Beware of the GNOMES!!
when I was little we had refrigerator magnet of aunt jemima the maple syrup lady. and I thought that she was my aunt. Which is weird because she is black and my family is white. I probibly beleived that till I was 14.
i used to believe someone lived behind the radiator
i used to believe that shoes came alive in the night. i would wake up in the morning and freak out that my shoes had been walking over me as they were surrounding my bed. it was only after 6 months of me waking up and screaming that my mum realised that my brother was getting all our shoes and placing them around the bed, then move them back after i started crying and had run from the room.
When I was younger, I used to think that if the vaccuum was strong enough to pick up Barbie Doll shoes off the floor, I too could be sucked up.
I used to believe that baby oil came from squeezing babies
When i was little, i for some reason believed my furnace provided heat for the entire neighborhood. So one morning i decided to make cookies. I made cookie dough, pored it into the ventilation duct hoping it would go down, get cooked and then be sent to peoples house by the warm air. This was when my parents stoped loving me.
Haha, im 16 now, and i only found out my beleif wasnt true today !!! :( Ive always thought that if you shone a tourch onto a light bulb it would light up, and i always used to say i would test it out but i always forgot, but i havent thought about it in years, so today i was sitin on my bed and i decided i would try, only to be dissapointed when the lightbulb stayed off :( xx
I used to belive that cobweb came on houses when thay got old.
When i was little i used to beleive that outside our house there was a money tree because i allways used to find change underneath, turns out it was just drunk people walking past throwning there change at the tree lol
The backyard of my old house was spooky enough: It smells funny and very much resembles a giant covered tunnel that twists to the right when you're standing by the kitchen door. It's pitch-black at night. If you need to go there then, you need to walk right in and fumble around on the walls for the switch.
There was a horror story about a boy who was attacked by giant earthworms. In the illustration of the scene of the attack, I realized that it looked just like our backyard.
Thereafter, I solidly refused to go there alone.
I always thought that portraits hanging in the walls became portals to other dimensions at night, so I could never have portraits in my room.
I use to believe that when you stuck your hand through a washing machine wringer, your entire body would go through and you'd end up flat as a pancake like the cartoon characters.
I used to believe that the illuminated light on our doorbell would light up when the movie started at the local drive-in. I don't know why.
I used to believe that there was an actual monster in my dryer stealing all the mismatched socks. It was a front-loading dryer, and I reasoned that there must be some kind of door at the back. It actually gave me nightmares for a while! The weirdest part is, I don't remeber anyone ever telling me that there was a monster that stole socks, although I heard people joke about it later on in life.
I used to be scared of the dark after playing a Nancy Drew computer game, and I have an active imagination, also. I usually go to bed late and have to turn all the lights off. One time, it was completely dark and I looked down the hallway to my parent's room. I could've sworn I saw a figure wearing a black cape with a hood, creeping down the hallway. I ran to my room and locked my door and haven't looked down that hallway at night since.