When I was 6, my mom took me to Disney World and when we were in the haunted mansion, the ride got stuck while we were in this dark room with hanging musical instruments and a talking head in a crystal ball. We were stuck so long that the head repeated what it was saying at least 3 times.
For about a year after I was convinced that while I slept the head was watching me... waiting to strike.
A childhood belief about monsters
others believed things like this
- my sister when she was little thorght head lice tried to borrow into her head to get to her brainAnon
- I used to believe that your brain was a red rubber ball inside your head.— Greg
- i used to belive that if i fell on my head my head would come off while i was doing a cartwheelAnon
- I used to believe that my head was filled with hair waiting to grow.— Poppy
- I swear I heard a Disney Channel/Radio Disney song where the chorus was a repeated “Damn it”— SpengBab
- I thought if i picked my nose too many times, my head would blow up.— i m a moron