A childhood belief about skin

I'm the youngest of 9 kids, all of us gingers. Every last one of us has bright red hair and freckles. I happen to be covered in more freckles than any of the others--I look as though I've been splattered with paint. As a child, my brothers and sisters used to call me names like "dot face" or "little dalmatian" to make me mad, so my mother told me the freckles were angel kisses and I had more than anyone.

One day when my sister made me particularly angry, I told her that the angels loved me more than her because they'd kissed me more times. She told me Mom lied to me and the freckles were actually demon kisses and I was getting more and more of them every day (it was summer and we had a pool, so I actually WAS getting more). She told me they'd come into our bedroom at night and kiss me to mark me as theirs and she had seen them do this.

I slept in my Mother's bed for 2 weeks before she got out of me why I was so terrified of sleeping. But I was unsure of whether my freckles were angel kisses or demon kisses until 3rd grade when a lovely teacher explained to me that, both unfortunately and fortunately, they are neither--just spots of pigment. Thank goodness for honest teachers!!