at home: around the house

I had four strange beliefs.

1. I believed that Tyrannosaurus Rex lived in my mom's bathroom's linen closet. He would come out to eat me if I ever said his name. If I ever had to talk about him, therefore, I had to whisper either 'tyrannosaurus' and say 'rex' normally or say 'tyrannosaurus' normally and whisper 'rex'. That way, he would not know I was talking about him, and I would be safe.

2. I believed that three rhinos marched around my bed in continuous circles at night and would pierce me to death with their horns if I moved. If I remained still under the sheets, I was safe.

3. The Kermit with the axe entry on this site fascinated me since I also had a belief involving a violent Sesame Street muppet. I believed that Ernie lived under my pillow and if I peeked under my pillow to see him, he would grab me by the neck and strangle me to death. It was an especially odd belief since he was one of my favorite characters on the show...

4. Finally, I believed that Bill Cosby lived in my bedroom wall. I would talk to him and he would not answer but I knew he was listening. That only lasted a couple of days because my parents found me leaning against my wall talking to him and told me that he did not need to rent space in our walls because he had a nice house in California, a state on the other side of the country.

I used to be very afriad of our front door. i thought it looked like a face i guess, because the windows looked like eyes and a nose or something. i would cry or be soooo scared when i walked by, usually when it was darker. but was ok after because my mom made this big red smiling mouth out of construction paper and put it beneath the windows on the door to make it a smiling face. she then called the door "Doris the Door" to make me feel better. i don't know how but it worked!!!

when i was 15 we always had a mailbox on the side of my house and we would reach out the door to get the mail. but when a nehighbor down the street tried to sick their dog on the mail man they made us put mailboxes at the end of our property. one day my mom told me to go get the mail and i looked out the window and said "the flags not up!" she looked at me in disbelief and busted out luaghing, i had no idea why. later after they told me that the flag was not up to alert to that the mail was their but to tell the mailman that there was mail going out. im still tuanted about it to this day especialy since i was so old and all my friends joke around an tell me to go get the mail and then say o wait the flags not up! haha

I used to believe that a community of gnomes lived in our walls, I could even imagine that I would hear them whispering once in a while. I wasn't scared of them, I would talk to this one small hole in the wall and I would even leave food there on little Barbie plates for them to eat. Right.

When i was younger my mother used to tell me not to bother the fire release thingy to our window (when it got pulled it would release the bars on the window in case of a fire) but i thought she meant that if i messed with it a fire would start

When my mother hung the wash out to dry I would lay under them and try to catch all the dripping water because I thought that it was parts of my clothes falling.

I used to believe that the devil lived in my heater because the coils inside would turn red when the heat was going. It scared me to death because it was right by my bed.

When I was little, I was playing around with my mom's phone. She told me that if I pressed a certain button (don't remeber which one), the house would explode. I thought I had pressed the button, so I ran out of the house screaming and crying. I climbed up a tree, because I thought a tree couldn't catch fire.

I used to believe that inside a toaster there was little men cooking your toast, and when the toast pops up, it was the little men getting too hot and jumping up and pushing the toast out of the way

when i was about 5 or 6 my mom used to tell me and my tiwn sister that there were men in the walls. and if i didnt behave they whould come out and take me in the back to clean the dishes.

When I learned about mobile homes, I wanted one so bad! When I was like 6 I decided that the coolest thing ever would be to grow up and live in a mobile home in your parents driveway. Now that's about the worst thing I can imagine!

I use to believe that when it got dark little boys from my elementary school would try to peek at me from my window. So whenever it was dark, id run into my room, hide under the window and clothes the curtains shut! I was scared they would see me.

I was messing around in my mum's room one day, when I found a calculator. I thought it was absolutely incredible, and used it as a makeshift Ouija board for a while. I would ask it something like, "Will I ever get married?" and would just pound the keyboard, until a few numbers showed up, and I would "dechipher" their meaning. It wasn't until like, third grade when I finally figured it out.

Whan i was like 5 my mom was mad at me for hanging on this metal bar that ran wall to wall above my dresser. She told me that if i hung on it one more time that lava would come out of it and we would all die. I believed her like the idiot i was.

I got very confused by the expression "... rings a bell" when adults were talking and one said "the name John Smith rings a bell" or similar. I thought this mean my parents knew what John Smith's front door bell sounded like!

At my grandma's house there is an old, large photograph framed and hangin on the wall. My causin told me that if I so much as touched the frame, the whole thing would crumble into dust. To this day, I won't touch it!

i used to believe that,like in the line of
the song"yesterday""all my troubles seemed so far away,now it looks as though they're
here to stay"i thought that your troubles
would stay at your home in physical form.