I used to believe that there was a little troll with a jingle bell on his hat that lived in the walls of my bedroom. I thought he had little doors all over my room, and when I turned my lights off at night it would climb up my headboard and kill me. As you can imagine, I never went to sleep without 1 or 2 nightlights on.
But if I heard what sounded like a jingle bell, I would scream and hide under my covers till morning. Boy, was I stupid!
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- My mum used to tell me when the ice-cream truck turned on his jingle, it meant they had run out of ice-cream!Anon
- I used to believe that Alexander Graham Bell was not just one person. I thought that they were three people!— J.D.
- I used to believe that the dust at the top of doors was highly poisonous and could kill you.Anon
- i used to think that when i turned 5 i would become a boy because 5 sounded like a boy age.Anon
- when i was about 5-8 i used to believe that oompa loompas lived in traffic lights and controlled the lights!!— ~wierd ~
- I knew lightning could come in through my bedroom window and kill me.
— Cyn