When I was around 7/8 years old my dad told me my grandparents house, where I used to spend a lot of time, was haunted by a man who had hanged himself on the stairs, and that sometimes you would see him dangling from the rafters. This scared the poop out of me of course, and I was then frightened to go upstairs. I told Grandma what Dad had said and she said, "Take no notice of your dad, he's just being silly. There's no ghost. A man never hanged himself here - he actually gassed himself." Hmmm ....
A childhood belief about ghosts
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that My grandparents didn't have any other name except grandma and grandpa.— Emelia
- My brother used to be scared to poop in the potty. He thought that he was pooping out his bones.— Lillyth
- I used to believe that a little boy lived under my house and ate all the poop 'cuz he had nothing else to eat.— RockSorceress
- i told my mother that sex was when two people get naked and tell ghost stories.— linds
- when i was about 5 my sister told me that kiwis were elephant poop— kelli putnam
- Until I tried it in 3rd grade, my parents told me that if I ate paper my poop would come out in packages.— The Mailman