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When I was little we kept some boxes of varnish called "Joker" in the stairs down to the basement. I had watched Batman on TV and was convinced that the boxes was "The Joker" i disguise, and that one day they would transform into him. (I thought he was really scary) For several years i had to run as fast as I could up the stairs so that he wouldn't catch me.
My brother used to believe that potatoes were poisonous and if he found one in his room, it was a sure sign that his his room was haunted. My other brother pretended to be a doctor and diagnosed the patient with a rare case of 'potatophobia' which had to be treated immediately with a series of antidotes involving the potatophobic brother tidying the doctor's room for over a month. He was so scared out of his wits he agreed to do it. I used to put potatoes in his room just to see him shriek. I highly regret it now.
I once walked into my brother's room when he was six and he was really really scared, and he pointed to a little hole in the wall and screamed "The TUTORS are going to come out of the holes in the wall and get me!"
He believed that tutors were the boogie man, right around the time my sister was getting home-tutored in math...
I used to believe that if I went upstairs to get a band aid that monsters would come get me so I never went to get a band aid
I use to believe that Santa Claus brought the TV Guide every night because every morning when I woke up, there would always be a new one in the living room.
I know, it's weird. Don't ask.
When I was around six years old or so, I used to believe that if you looked into the reflection of your bed's headboard, that two women would come out of it and rape you... I most likely got this thought from my dreams.
When I little my mom and dad told me that we were moving house....being a very imaginative child I spent day and night trying to think how strong dad was....he couldnt possibly pick up our house and move it could he?? I thought that as he was so strong he could just put the house on wheels and we would drive to where we wanted to live....when my mom and dad told me how we move house I was devastated!
when ever i lost something my dad said the crack house nomes took it the rule was when ever they took some thing the returned some thing and they always took it at the wrost time but that was just me losing stuff
When I was about three my mom took me to see the house ( the outside) I lived in when I was a baby. When we got there I said something like,"Let's go inside,now" My mom said we couldn't because it didn't belong to us. I never understood why we couldn't go inside.
When I was a little kid we had a square whole in our basement where a window used to be. The window was ground level and whever my brothers forgot their house key my middle brother Alex would slip through the window and run up stairs to let everybody in.
Anyways, I was constantly afraid that somebody would climb through the window and come upstairs and shoot me during the night. My brothers tried to reassured me by telling me that no grown-up could possibly fit through that window.
After that I was constantly afraid that some mean grown-up would make a little kid come in and do the job for them!
When i was young i used to switch on all electrical devices on in my home thinking if i dont do so then my neighbours would utilize the current....
Whenever I went downstairs to get a pair of socks, I used to belief that there were ghosts down there(I found this creepy picture of my great great great(I think) grandma.) I always shut the door really fast and prayed. I thought that if I didn't pray for myself, they would've gotten me by now!
when we were kids (me n bro) we were forever pulling at the xmas tree decorations and running into the tree causing it to fall over, our parents put pine cones on the tree and told us it was poo. Needless to say we never went near that tree again!
When I was a kid I used to believe that if a plug socket did not have a plug in then electricity escaped! It used to worry me but I was to worried to tell anybody
I used to belive, that even when there was no lightbulb, it had burnt out, or even during a black-out, if the lightswitch was in the ON position, it would waste electricity. I was worried that i would not know which way to put the switch if the light went off.
Once, when I was little, my grandmother convinced me that ballons reproduce. I'm not kidding! Every time I turned around, she'd blow up another ballon and add it to the group. I'd count the ballons, and find one or two new ones each time. By the time she admitted that she was just messing with me, I was absolutly sure that ballons can multiply like bunnies.
In movies, I always saw people sharpening knives and testing out the sharpness by running their finger along the edge. Somewhat inspired, I decided to try this with the big kitchen knife. I probably ran my finger for a couple of inches before cutting my finger. I ran water down my painful, bloody finger. Washing it with soap hurt even more. I learned something new that day. Strangely enough, my friend told me she does that all the time and never cut herself. I was a dumb 13 year old
I used to believe that if I jumped on my bed for too long, I would turn into a monkey and DIE!
Stemming from the three little monkeys song i guess...
I used to believe that everytime i switched on and off the lights very fast it would cost a dollar. when I was mad at my parents, I would go into my room and switch on and off the lights, and think I was getting justice by costing them all this money.
I would throw food down this never ending pipe and I belived it was iting the food.