When I was around 6-7 I had turned my closet into my personal reading sanctuary. I used it daily for about a week when my brother informed me that when our house was built (1 year earlier), a worker had died, and they had buried him in the back wall of my closet. I was convinced there was a gooey corpse there for years and would pile up my clothes and toys against the door every night so he couldn't come alive and get me. Brothers can be such jerks...
A childhood belief about in my closet
others believed things like this
- i used 2 believe when i left my closet door open at
night a skelleton would pop out and wave at me— bex - I used to believe toys came alive at night.
Because I love toys, and I hoped be good friend with my toys.Anon - i used to think that at night all of my teachers turned into my soft toys so they could keep and eye on me.— paranoid
- I used to think that Hadrian also built the Great Wall of China.— Spacey
- i used to believe that there was a pirate n my closet .— Natyyyy
- i used to believe that i could avoid death by locking myself in a closet.— babie