When I was small, I heard about the death of Lincoln and afterwards John Wilkes Booth was under my bed. I believed that he was hired by the government to get my blood because I was somehow special.
There was a red spot on my blanket that I thought was blood (it was actually the lips of a giant face, superimposed on the comforter), and if he touched that he could then pull me from the bed and get what he needed. I even thought that there were cameras watching my every move!
Eventually, when I was nine, we came to an agreement where he wouldn't get me if I was sleeping or if the lights were on, and I left the lights on for days until he gave up and went away.
A childhood belief about under my bed
others believed things like this
- when I was young, I heard that blood had iron in it. I thought blood was red because it was rusty.— Hunter
- I used to think that blood was blue until it touched air.— paetrw
- I believed that traffic lights had police officers inside them, turning the lights on and off...— CrowHeart
- When I was little, I thought there were tiny cameras everywhere and they belonged to the government.— Brooke
- I used to believe that when I started menstruating, I would bleed to death from losing too much blood.— Debbie
- when i was about 5-8 i used to believe that oompa loompas lived in traffic lights and controlled the lights!!— ~wierd ~