When my sister Kylie was about 10 some kid in the neighborhood came up to her and was talking about this girl that lived on the end of our street who killed little kids whose names started with the letter K. Poor Kylie got so scared that one day when we went to play at a friends house down the street she wouldn't pass the house that had been pointed out to her. She even started crying.Then to make things even worse the girl came outside and Kylie ran home screaming.
A childhood belief about names
others believed things like this
- My sister used to sing Kylie's "cheese on my pillow", somehow tears works better.— Tom
- The Whit house down the street was the real "White House". — SG
- i believed that thunder and lightning came out of the alley across the street from my house.Anon
- I used to beleive that bigfoot lived across the street from me.Anon
- I seriously used to believe that Bert from Sesame Street lived in my closet and that he was going to kill me.— Liz
- I used to believe that at Christmas if your house never had a chimney then santa came through your letter box— Rhys James