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When I was age 7 I used to jump up and look inside my neighbours top-loading washing machine until she told me that if I put my hand in there sharp blades would come from out and cut my hands off.
I was 17 before I could ever go near one.
When I was 3 or 4, my uncle was babysitting me, and apparently I made a mess by dumping water on my favorite slippers which i had outgrown.
he asked what i was doing, and i explained that I was watering them so they would grow.
You know those christmas ornaments that are houses and stuff? Well, when I was little, I used to think little people lived in them and if I looked hard enough in the windows, I could see them. I was dissapointed at the fact that they always hid from me though...
I used to believe that there was a little man inside of the fridge that used a hammer to make the crushed ice that came out of the ice maker.
i used to belive that my cookie jar was haunted because one morning i woke up and it was upside-down on my bed and there was a trail of crumbs leading from it into the kitchen. i got in so much trouble from my mum, but i never did find out why that happend and i havent eaten a cookie since!
i had a bird model hanging in my room on the ceiling it would always ricket back and forth on the string so i though it did that because the earth turns .... i thought it watched me at night
I used to believe the electrical outlets on the wall could move silently around the room at night, gliding across the wall to get into a good position to zap me with wires. The one next to my bed wwas upside down, so it had a particularly evil look. I used to put a heavy book against it to keep it from moving away, since I was sure that was the one that was finally going to get me.
i used to think when i was down stairs that if i didnt run up it fast enough a robber would come to the back door and try to shoot me
When i was a lilttle girl i used to believe that when we left the house, all of the objects in the house would move and talk. Sometimes i used to try and catch them.
One evening when i was very little, i was stupid enough to put my finger in the lamp where the lamp bulb is supposed to be, since the lamp was plugged in i got a really shocking surprise.
I starteled ran up to my mom crying, saying that the ”Electrick mouse” had bit me.
For a long time i belived there lived a grey mouse in there with a yellow glow.
My Mom had me clean the bathroom as one of my chores, and she always bought the same cleaning product. A foam cleaner called 'scrubbing bubbles'...with a little cartoon picture of bubbles with happy faces, and scrubbers on the bottom of them. I would spray the bathtub and sit there searching for any sign of the the little scrubbing bubbles to start moving around, but they never did. Eventually I would have to give up and start wiping the tub clean, but I always felt that I should have waited longer.
Once when I was little I licked my mother's deoderant because it smelled good. When my tongue began to dry up I thought that I was being punished and had forever lost my power of speech.
My best friend told me when we were 6 that if you rang the doorbell the whole house would explote! So when my aunt rang the bell to my house I started crying hystericly!
When I was about five years of age I had my own room and I still wasn't used to sleeping withought my mother...and in the middle of the night I would have to pass by my kitchen to get to my mom's room and on the way there I would see my kitchen trash can and I thought of it as a monster that would eat me because the top swung open and close. So I would scream and bang on my mom's door so the trashcan wouldn't eat me!
When I was little my older sister said she was tired and just needed a little extra strength to make it through the day so remembering the label on a medicine bottle I had seen in the cabinet I brought her a bottle of Extra Strength pain reliever. I had no idea it was for headaches I just thought it was a bottle of extra strength.
When I was 5 I was terrible scared of vacuum cleaners, because I thought it can suck me.
When my parents would say something about "wasting power" when I'd leave a light or something on, I thought that we only had a limited amount of power to use, and when we used it all up, there would be no more electricity for the whole house. I thought this also had something to do with the numbers on the electric meter, and that we would run out of power when the meter got to all 9's.
We had this picture of an old voctorian house in the hallway just outside my bedroom. I used to think that if I stared at it for too long I would get sucked in and I'd see a long line of people. The people at the front would jump out after you got sucked in and I'd have to go to the back of the line and wait my turn to get out of the picture.
My dad had this White Lions album. To scare the bejeesus out of me, he'd stick his hand into it and yell "it ate my fingers!". He'd pull his hand back out with several fingers bent so that they looked like they were misssing. To calm me down he'd put his hand back in, and bring it out with the fingers "back". For a long time I wouldn't go near that album, think it was his stash.
When I was about 5, I thought that glue in hot glue guns was inside the cylinder, and that shoelaces were two separate laces in one shoe. Now, obviously, I know better.